Best Love Seat Poems
Out on the porch for a little recess
From life's daily chores, listen to raindrops
Pitter-patter, musical sounds request
From gentle breeze, which stirs windchimes non-stop
Nature's orchestra plays as in hammock relaxed lay
A novel to read or just nap away
Afternoon quietly, what more pleasure
Maybe do something risque
Meet with lover, love away rainy day
In deep caresses our love we'll measure
The flame will burn higher as our desire
Rises with each kiss and loving caress
As the rain's rhythm sets mood, love's red fire
Glows as love to each other we confess
Romancing to rain's music dance and sway
Raindrops, roses, love's desire only glows
Lover so glad you could be companion to
Maybe do something risque
As on the love seat, inflamed we repose
Not needing love potion our love to renew
Lover so glad that I met you today
Out on porch listening to rain's rhythm
Stirring music in my soul fears allay
Perfectly matched love's biorhythm
There are now no fears or life's dismay
Love come take me away to higher realm
Come, stay, don't just wait life's rainy day to
Maybe do something risque
Hold, caress, don't wait 'til life overwhelms
Love come stay please don't ever bid adieu
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Shadows in twilight turned to black and white
Inside the house looking out of the window down the street
Waiting impatiently for her future to drive up the driveway
An arched back stretches to infinity
Kneeling over the love-seat with circumventing thoughts
To not spoil the reality of what's to be
Half-naked half-clothed feminine beauty
Waiting for time to start moving once again
And experience love for the first time
I can’t wait to have a love match
With you in a love nest
Surrounded by love-lies-bleeding
Sitting on the love seat
Where we hold a love knot together
And with love beads around your neck
After which we’ll travel down to Love-land
Where we will be joined in a love-in
(c) 2010
Hummingbird sips the nectar sweet
honeysuckle rose in the heat
Orange blossoms fragrance the air
Multitudinous, no compare
As green vines curl around love seat
Hummingbird sips the nectar sweet
Overhead dazzle of bright sunshine
Dappling the shadowed cypress pine
As starlings, from flight, rest awhile
Settling over each clay roof tile
Hummingbird sips the nectar sweet
Making summer day so complete
A sudden breeze takes up it's form
Startled the birds fly up and swarm
Oblivious to frantic tweet
Hummingbird sips the nectar sweet
29/4/14
This Space for You...
Darling, my darling, how I long to see you so,
Such a long week of papers, pencils and meetings galore,
Prepare yourself for such a surprise as you surmise an unseen row,
Thusly have I, justly I espy this space for you rose petals and a sweetness which
lies for you tersely in store,
A love seat owned which contains no love,
A meal for two but one undone this gustatory banquet an unaccompanied
contamination,
The tenebrous night a pauper's precarious glove,
An untimely immersion the dawn's perversion hope's demise this unmitigated
annihilation,
No skies for this fledging, a floundering fish without a sea,
A body with no heart, a gaze devoid of a glance,
A rhythm with no dancer, a toll with no fee,
Flavors bereft of any taste, a trust flailing askance,
My ring for no finger, the path that never ends,
Even a sound of silence unspoken, toiling bells that do not ring,
A card for no Valentine, words of adoration equivocate and descend,
This heartbeat lacking a beat, the stinger without a sting,
My gold with no luster, a ruby with no shine, closeness yet never being close,
A cheer for no victory, the desire lacking passion,
This vapid illusion broken by your repudiation an asphyxiation my final rose,
This space for you a tender touch I never knew the gift returned bleeding my soul to
her an inconsequential reaction.
My frail fragility falling before my frivolous failure,
Void this emptiness spaces yet lie sown these trivial ties,
A baneful blessing the babe inside upon sorrow's deeps I the sailor,
Underhanded by life's whim still remaining this space for you my harrowed brow
words untrue despondency your treacherous disguise.
Bridal Party- what horses have when they get new saddles
al dente' vegetables- vegetables hard enough to dent your teeth
Oregano- the Italian section of a northwestern state
John Doe- a hooved animal that frequents prostitute deer
Civil Defense- fighting off an aggressor politely
Plaster of Paris- an extremely strong French cognac
Macaroni and Sneeze- a person allergic to pasta
Mushrooms- rooms for people to sit in and feel sorry for themselves
Shock and Awe- someone who says "Awe, shucks!" when they watch you stick
your finger in an electric socket
Love Seat- a person's fondness for sitting down.
"Quality Time"- an expensive Rolex
"Strip Mall"- a shopping mall for nudists
Console Organ- trying to make your sorrowful electric organ feel better
Poison Ivy- giving strychnine to your hen-pecking wife Ivy
"Justifiable Homicide"- killing "Billy Mays" of TV commercial infamy
"Shipping and Handling"- mysterious outrageous charges for "free" stuff
"Foster Child"- an adolescent drinking Australian Foster Lager beer
"Law Practice"- Why are they still practicing? When will they get to know it?
"Trick or Treat"- whether you are the "Hooker" or the "John"
Remember- sometimes I add more to these, so check back every once in awhile.
Anyone is welcome to add their's....we are "family", after all. tom
Two hearts blended
Together on the love seat sharing
their hopes and dreams.
No pen for a pocket
No purpose with a pull
No left with a reason
No right with a rule
No lessons on Tuesday
No Wednesday at home
No makes for the model
No data on the phone
No recess like play tag
No fair with a wheel
No loving in a leaving
No steady for a deal
No next with rear view
No backseat like here
No address at Taylor rd.
No love seat like dear
No easy with an answer
No always with a true
No echoes at here that
No misses there but you
The Frieman's had their first Valentine
Since they said,”I Do”
Justin and Sarah
Sat upon their love seat
The blaze of the fire near by
Only 103.5 seconds since they had kissed
To long for this young couple
For love runs as deep as the ocean is wide
Valentine means the same for the young and the old
It is a time to remember the one who took your heart away
Weather it’s been months or years love transcends all for just
One day
Sitting on the love seat,
Today I feel a moth
Bodily peeled from its chrysalis
To meet the world’s dim eyes
And worrisome gales.
God left precisely X years ago.
I had no use for one afterwards,
Until I met your breath along
The sinful clamor inside my veins.
And I am caught between duty-
Should I build you into a shrine
Of eternal unfaith-
And the wildling taste at the roof
Of my mouth- do I crush your
Grandness of the wrist,
Under the ball of my foot,
The one you kiss before you
Reach the troubled line of my leg.
My butterfly confliction
Succumbs to your godless ways.
Every evening I come home on time,
I hug you and say, " How was your day? "
No smile, no affection, no greeting from you: you seem the image of clay,
but a resentful feeling, fed by suspicion, is ready to explode inside!
Staring at me with doubt, you'll soon turn into a freak;
I go to the kitchen to get a beer to wash the poison down...
when I get back, my cell phone is gone!
There you are! Curved up into the love seat
checking out all my messages and a particular picture....
angrily you say, " Who's that silly blonde? Your new lover? "
I fight back by saying, " Darling, have you touched another drink?
What is the meaning of these fits of jealousy? "
And vicious than a tiger showing her sharp teeth,
you get up to start a demoniac fight revving up your stupidity.
Anything that lies on the coffee table you throw at me:
a pack of cigarettes, even an ashtray that misses me by an inch,
by luck, I duck feeling like a grindstone turned by a winch...
I yell, " Damn you and your jealousy! " I shut the door and flee.
Janice's Basset Hound
This dog is so quiet
Bella never barkseats
With her big brown
eyes
She will stare at you
If you say a treat
She gets excited
Then eats it quickly
When she wants to
sit
Upon the love seat
She will stare at you
Till you notice her
Taping the cushion
She will quickly jump
Settle down -then nap
She is so content
I woke up thinking where am I and how did I get here.
There was no trace of what happened last night.
But all I know is that something happened that was recall bad.
Because I felt empty. Lost.
I ran out the door of the room noticing I was at my neighbors house.
He was sitting up in his love seat in the living room.
I noticed right then and there why I was here.
Recalling the things he has mentioned to me in the past.
How he wanted me to stay the night at his house so he wouldn't be "lonely"
Oh, did I hate the thought of me ever sleeping with him or even next to him
Gave me the goosebumbs all over the place.
I walked into the living room and looked at his face. Hoping to recall what happened.
But all he could do was smile at me and so my clothes are in the master bathroom.
Why were they there and not in the guest bathroom?
It was odd something I couldn't place my finger on
I gracefully walk to the bathroom wringing my hands together, hoping nothing more will
happen.
My clothes were there like he said they were, but something wasn't right.
I lifted the seat of the toilet to urinate.
I looked down at my underwear and noticed blood. Wait a minute that shouldn't have
happened.
I had been raped.
Lost my virginity to a man i don't even know.
Thats all I could remember.
My alarm clock blaring in my right ear.
All I wanted to remember was I had a dream. Thats all.
This poem goes out to all the rape victims like me and to bring those men/women to
justice.....
I awoke to the sound
Of the rooster crow
Red handed with green thumbs
Covered in dirt and soap in my eyes
I walk down the hall
Of this house that is now mine
Wander into the kitchen
Turn on the stove, I prepare the roast
There is a note stuck to the refrigerator
"John and Mary will be over later,
I'll be home around two."
I check on the garden
I visited last night
Only now, I harvest
I grab the shovel
That I forgot in the rain
And place it in the shed
I'll come back for it later
Next time the plants need to be fed
Now that the aroma
Of the freshly cooked meat
Has overridden the stench
I go into the dining area
And place my greasy knife
On the bench
"Honey! I'm home!"
Somebody cried
"Honey's not here"
I replied
Now blood is everywhere
I go fetch the shovel
I didn't think would be needed
So soon, it's only noon
I sit and I wait
On the love seat in the den
For the night to live
And the day to be dead
I wrote my dad a poem, one year.
Thought he was clearing his voice.
He was choked up with tears,
something I never expected.
Mom died.
Those tears became a torrent.
Endearment.
His story is written,
not on fancy paper
but in martini glasses,
cheers,
in the blanket,
on the love seat,
at the table with the blinds -
mom saw only once
before cancer
sent her to the place of no return.
I brought balloons.
The giant one said Happy Father’s Day.
Accompanying those
three pink and one blue -
representative of the love
that surrounds him.
we’ve got you, dad.
you’re not alone.
your children have you.
…and dad,
you both were great parents.