Best Lovepoetry Poems


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C	lassy Carolyn, pretty and vibrant
A	mazing poet gifted, a joy
R	eachng with kindest heart
O	ver the top where friendship counts
L	oyal and gentle, always close by
Y	et, never imposing, overbearing or rude
N	on judgmental just as I

*To Carolyn Devonshire, my Poetry Soup Pal

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L	Lovely Linda-Marie, full of class
I	ndependent girl with such pizzaz!
N	on judgemental just as I
D	evoted Mother, daring and youthful
A	mazing poet, my BBF 

* To "The Sweetheart of PS" 
                                   
                                    ~*~


P	al of mine ‘til the end of time
O	f all the guys you’re a “diamond in the rough”
N	ever bringing boredom, no monotony to my door 
C	atching each wave, we ride the highest surf
H	unk that you are, sexy hot, yet sweet like Jam

* To JAM my Poetry Soup Pal 
                                 
                                 ~*~



B	etter than most, in quiet ways
I	nsightful, inspiring, one hot, terrific “hunk” 
L	aughter he brings to lighten downhearted spirits
L	ooking always to find ways to ease others’ pain
Y	ou’re more than amazing, ‘though few may know

* For the Kidster, my Forever Friend
                                     ~*~

Test of Hidden Love, Mr

The trap of hidden love, 
Smile face in front of the future light of her life,
Feeling like flying to the moon 
Whenever she meets him at  noon 

Heart beating  so fast , oh ! Love mood
Good hearted,  love circulating in her blood
Looking in his  eyes,
Fake faint to test  love 
Fainting to see his  reaction to prove 
A good move, 
If he is her future sunshine. 

The sign of hidden love,  
He rushes quick lifting her,
Calling ambulance 
While she is smiling  to find her soulmate 
Before the ambulance reaching, 
She is comfortable 
With the  attention given by a person
Who meant to be with, 
She said silently,  " He is the rose inside my heart." 

Feeling over the moon, 
Flying  obove the ocean at after noon,  
While  spreading her wings like a white dove.
Good mood all over, after finding the soap of love.
Using the  trap of hidden love well  and 
Ended up  cupturing a husband to be. 

March 21/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose

Sonnets, Serenade and Poetry

Tis’ truly hopeless…I cannot save myself from thee

Shakespeare’s sonnets, serenades and poetry all tis’ true?

Yet, I must profess

Every desire of adoration, before I am through

 

Thine smile shine unto those tone enriching eyes

In my direction peer but, for shortest of while, seemingly chide

The sweet elixir my heart doth drink

Each sip of yon radiance goes undefined

 

So what must I do? As I stand here within a daze

Being mine own contemporary cupid

With crowds that gather round

My performance as fool deems quite too lucid

 

The puckering lips, tis’ my sending arrows  and my palm tis’ the bow

Sweetest not than darker chocolates, but my blowing kisses

Hoping for an open heart

To be pierced by my wanting wishes

 

The crowds of silence now,

Frozen stiff in pondering state

Of thy expecting receptions

which soon chooses  to my fate?

 

Tis’ thy eyes now stained with tear

That fall upon arrow’s head cold

Melting, melting

Into the puddles of my hope

 

Thy smile returns

With eyes quite sincere

A delivery of thy own kisses

When ye traverse so wildly near

 

And thy offer tis’ feral tense

Cut short by standers approvingly to cheer

Shakespeare’s sonnets, serenades

And his poetry all of it tis’ here


Poetry Comes From the Heart

Human communication isn't dependent upon the proper usage of the English text and 
to think so otherwise is just plain monkey retarded. 

Peorty coems form the haert adn oen cna evre be worng!!!!!!!!!!!! 

if u dno't udnertsand tihs tehn myabe it is yuo woh nedes to do smoe suol saercnhing! 


who are you to say what is bad poetry and what isn't 

who is anyone to say what is  bad or lacking? when it comes to poetry

if poetry comes from the heart 

then who can weigh mine? 

if only God can weigh the heart.

With tiny red roses

Nothing is better beneath the heavens 
There are no words to describe 
How beautiful her little dress is 
With tiny red roses 
Just over the knees .... silk 
And gently just as... my hand touches her skin 
Fluttering, by a gentle breeze 
Dear God! The way it fills my heart with love 
Oh, my! How  it fills my soul with happiness 
Holding her around the waist ... 
Brings me ... I think that my arm is 
And I hope that my right hand... 
That thought makes me blush 
And brings me a million wishes 
My heart whispering softly to Heavens 
Making a promise in his ear saying: I love her ... 
And I cannot wait for her to come to me 
With a smile on her face and 
To bring joy In the heartbeats of my heart 
And stay there forever.

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