Best Lovemetaphor Poems
wake up to serendipity
ignorant and unknown
shaken and not stirred
blond can be bond
Reality, metaphor and cliche
cheesy juvenile decay
Love, care and hate
past the use by date
of fights and torment
and well deserved lament
salute to the solitary reaper
with Metallica... I disappear
An I am of Love is precept approved,
Doesn’t need approval of concepts' inept,
Doesn’t need the nod of man/woman, only God,
By precept of love’s absolve soul’s love is kept!
Seeing Love’s being is uncompromising,
Not of double mind concepts non-comprising,
Within one’s own precept love is the comprising,
Will be no rising in the mind’s compromising!
As yeast from the east, bread of life is apprising,
Pending only a few mind’s their realizing,
Of love’s precept which is uncompromising,
Where shall you be(?), at the precept’s advising…
In life’s ascension of illusion’s mountain,
Toward the drinking of your precept’s fountain,
Of clear, free moving waters, life appertain,
Where forever love’s precept shall be obtained!
Since the very dawn of precept’s greatness of spawn,
Parasites of concept’s might, sought the abject wand,
Oh Judas concept, mind inept, precept abscond,
The Stubborn Ox, the metaphor correspond!
The belligerent concept, of elder mind,
In complex darkness, is groping, seeking to find,
Within the whorish darkness first light’s refine,
Out of void of darkness came light, mind was blind!
Bound together by strings
that comprise matter
and antimatter, anything
that does, could, or ever would matter.
That's why everything pulls together
then blasts apart
over and over
until we even don't flinch anymore.
Universes that fold over and under
manifold wrinkling
and tiny vibrations, little earthquakes,
that explain
Everything.
There are hidden dimensions
all curled up
folded into common experience
so deeply buried we cannot attend to them.
Were we to think about them all the time
we might cease to do anything else.
I want to take up a violin
the bow hovering over the strings
and exact a deep series of pulls until the
screeching sounds like music,
the metaphor of choice for philosophers,
physicists, and questioners of cosmic experience.
If the vibrations sound glorious
maybe the experience will be remembered as
important, a lesson worth learning
instead of dissonance at a clumsy hand.
It is an elegant universe
with an explanation for everything --
Including why I miss you.
A time
few words
inside the
empty mind
creeping along the
darkness
that you've been blowing
through the whole time
we've been together
now that you have left
the clouds have found me
the sky is my shelter
the stars are my friend
and i'm in love with the nature
a metaphor
i use
i see you where
i look
i look where i can see you
And the sky is my shelter
and the stars are my friend
i write across the dark blue sky
and i draw your face with the stars
and if you were with me today
i wish this moment would be
spectacular
just like the face I've drawn
in the sky
with the ever shinning stars
Oh! So spectacular
A certificate of deposit love's purchase to prepare
Penning love's earnest with liberal flare
Inscribing title and documenting deed no meager fare
Tapping into literary vault of esteemed relics your assets to pare
Initiating votive contract no trite chare
For with your appreciating qualities can none compare
Each cuddly rhyme; each sentimental stare
Bonds my pen; binds our charming affair
Each bartered simile your value lays bare
Every metonymic expression love's affadavit will swear
Each titilating allusion; a lien your affections to ensnare
Each pawned metaphor our liabilities will pair
Every allegorical kiss my life's lease will square
Every affable alliteration increases your stock a share
My hyperbolic soliloquy your dividend will declare
My epilogue tendered, 'my devotion exchanged for your care'