Best Loveart Poems
The first day that across thee I came,
The detainee of thy love I became.
I know thou art beyond my reach
N’ over thee someone else hath claim;
But what shall I do of this nasty heart
Who reiterates just thy name!
My destruction, my ruin, all is mine;
Thou art not at all to blame.
Over my lips there plays a smile,
But in my heart there rises a flame!
If I’m not blessed with thy company,
Then for me, joy and sorrow are the same!
For separation is – as it seems – my fate,
I’ve set thy picture in my hearts’ frame.
I love you! I love you! I love you!
I declare it with no fear or shame!
art is not the signature at the bottom of a painting
but rather the road to find an answer in the quest of risk worth taking
a master piece is not created from the light the paint reveals
nor from the content that grasps its eyes appeal
a master piece is created as a master chooses which piece of a moment to show.
hands reaching into a stream of emotion in decision of what sight to bestow.
when the feeling is felt that piece to show, the master so chooses
the kiln of desire is fired by the will as thought and emotion infuses
an artist is not discovered from signing a signature at the end of a page.
for the way to interpret feelings is something no machine can gage.
immorality can not be found at the bottom of a picture
it is attained rather by making the footsteps in life ones signature
an artist is not an artist simply by the works one produces
but rather from inspiring creation while rendering another project conclusive
art is not derived from the genes to which one is born
yet eludes the rightful meaning of its dictionary form
although art can twist the meaning of words in a rhyme
words can never truly explain art by design
so it is left to the heart for art to have its meaning
for a deceased artist is the only kind without feeling
The breeze, I wish
To bring the promises
Of to come the days
Of Tomorrow and Overmorrow
Everlasting hope
From within pieces
The wind, bring more it shall
More to be put in place
Of those to be missing
Missing me, missing you
The wind, find us it shall
Continues to beat
Yet never the same
And the days to come, never came
The wind failed me again
But still, here I sit
And the breeze, I wish
To bring the promises
Of the days to come
When Tomorrow and Overmorrow
Make their way
My Love,
Where art thou? Where art thou to part the sky?
To let the sun shine upon I. For it is I my love, who brings the moon the stars from high
above. To you I give all these and more, sleep my love forever more. For when you wake
my sun will shine from high above. Your love and thoughts carry me through every night
without you. Take your time, give me your hand upon a finger I will place a band. on that
finger a ring will be, together forever you and me. For every morning I will wake, and say I
love you as the morning dawn breaks.