Best Love You Poems

listen,
the whispers
of leaves
turn colour
autumn is here.

now that you are gone
who will wake every morn
to lift the sun
unveil the sky
etch in the clouds
who will paint the rainbow?

i had a dream and in the dream i wove you a poem
i used the fiber of my character to create spools of silken thread
dipped in the juices of my...

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Oh how I love you.
             Cherishing each moment,
            for you have opened             
       ...

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''Like Ice Cream''

Having ice cream with you, 
Brightens the entire portrait in my youth.
Like catnip for a cat 
-- the     Reese's    fun never stops!
Like monkeys in a zoo, above a tasty sherbet treetop.

Ice Cream with you!
How sweet,  the imagery of 31 different treats 
Cold butter and ...

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Close your eyes
inhale roses-
love-glazed steam 
of insatiable thirst;
place your thoughts 
upon my heart,
feel my 
voice s w i r l i n g
in sync with 
periwinkle promises 
whilst devouring 
unfurled petals 
facing ebony skies, 
tenderly sketching 
silhouettes with 
vanilla drops;
for you and I, 
we are interwoven 
souls through 
cosmic t r a n c e…
...

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Round and round I go 
Unfolding my spirit of envy and gold
The nascence of a new stone
Hazel room, vibrant lilac sky, 
Deep orange haze in a tender place 
Arms of sapphire and cornflower blue
Fuchsia beauty drips, covering my ruby lips

All colors drift
On the first day, we met
Visions of dark slate-gray fade away
Firing up the new-age...

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It starts with only one -
one like me
a melancholy migrant
from the immortal part of her
to the locus of her physical being --
the center of her emotional wisdom 

I gain heartfelt strength as I gather my forces
rising up en masse
riding cresting waves of woe
to breach the ramparts - 
the welling rims 
of her loving eyes

it starts...

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An early outing for my friend and I
We walked the winding path down to the springs
The uncut winter hay is now waist high 
And in the morning breeze it softly sings

Red Indian paintbrushes are in bloom
As are the downy phlox and dogwood trees
How sweet the smell of birth in nature's womb
Attracting butterflies and honey bees

The...

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if you wanted to dance with me
i mean really wanted to dance with me
then i would
i would dance with you

if you needed me to walk on water
i would stand there until the lake froze
then i would
i would walk on water for you

if you suggested i climb 
a mountain 
warm at the bottom
freezing at the peak...

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I saw the bitter tears of unhappiness
Running down your agonizing face,
Ravaged with pain,

And I became a sponge of compassion
To absorb them.


I heard the howling 
Of your starving stomach,
Echoing throughout your rebellious drained veins,

And I became a sweet loaf of bread
To feed you.


I tasted the torturous thirst 
Of your dry lips,
Burning fire, consuming your every single...

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When the last rain drop has fallen
and final word has been spoken.
When mercy is no longer our saviour,
remember, each time your heart beats,
with every sigh on the tip of your tongue,
my only wish was to forever love you,
stronger than the light that shone at sunrise,
warmer than the rays from that golden orb,
more powerful than the...

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When dawn's blush of light eclipses the moon
And afternoons find meadows sprinkled with dew
When I view willows smiling instead of weeping
And the keeping of promises is no longer a prize
When artist's eyes see only hues of sepia and gray
And the Milky Way abandons its billions of stars

That is when I will say, "I no longer...

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I hope you would still remember me as we were,

every time you see pristine 

passing pomegranate hues of the horizon.

When clouds smear our unspoken love 

in inexplicable figurines,

of those simple moments we 

reignited beneath our own twilight, 

reliving our dreams in 

remaining rosy dialects of romantic recollections,

as I have a confession to make

beneath this cluttering...

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*GRANDMA WAITS IN THE GARDEN*

Hi grandpa, it's me again!
Your dentures sit in an open glass above the nightstand
Remember the tears grandma sang before she pass?
The way she looked into your eyes, 
Moments before she said goodbye
Grandpa, I found a note from grandma, 
She will always wait for you.

Hi grandpa, it’s me again!
The rocking chair is...

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My heart skips a beat my love each and every time 
I’m with you my dearest sweet and lovely Darling
Since the passions and feelings you stir in me
Touch the very depth of my inner being and soul
And render themselves not to mere words only
Suitable for depiction, exhibition, understanding
Rather to the image and strength of your...

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The story behind this poem
The curiosity of many of my readers (many of them women) was excited in my previous poem ‘Passion in Black and White’ POTD 6 March. They wanted to know more about the ‘Magical Tree’ and Café’ in the poem. 

This is the beginning of the story the grandiose Banyan tree, a...

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