Best Lovewrite Poems
I thank you always sun and moon, but is his warmth that makes me move
My hands stay lingered in his palm, and trace the lines to write a song
His eyes they whisper: you still do know, of how my love will always grow
And with four lips they form hello, for goodbye they'll never know
My hands stay lingered in his palm, and trace the lines to write a song;
For each line has read, " hold on " that's why fingers clench so strong
And with four lips they form hello, for goodbye they'll never know
I love you more than can be known, and hopefully we'll find that's shown
For each line has read," hold on " that's why fingers clench so strong
His eyes they whisper: you still do know, of how my love will always grow
I love you more than can be known, and hopefully we'll find that's shown
I thank you always sun and moon, but it's his warmth that makes me move...
"One with Spice"
Flow write a scene to be seen essence
grow in a dream in fields of gold and SOL
Flows... Spice write flight though Knight's
bright light and be. Write Sees. You.
Jewel of Arrakis. Flower not brackish
in the fresh of the Spice, yes... it is nice.
Desert Rose in the nose vision flows
with sense in The Pen's essence yes.
Melange the aware bright orange in air
and sand in the hands aware of the song
Band beats in a tune sweet plants in sun
Dunes of the Gods Wind chimes.
Rhyme. New planets seen in the beam
of the mind bright Light's sight in the Spice
Dream.Writes from a Soul to be seen.
Fluorescence the color of Poetry.
In a sense...Sensitivity and specificity
Beat of the Binary, originality. Recall it
and flow with a Write to Spike it.
Flow.Spice.Write and so Be It.
Form:
There is something missing
I could never put my finger on it
I write to get out affection
But all of it just bottles up
I don't know what to do
I want someone that I can talk to
About everything
And not just a friend
I want it to be a girl
A girl is what I write for
Someone I can adore
It doesn't even have to be serious
I just want someone that I can talk with
In a flirtatious way
Call babe and all those names
Compliment her every time I see her
But apparently I am not desperate enough
Because there are people who like me
But I do not like back
I am too picky in my life
But I have this right
Yet every night I plight
That I need some girl to bring light
To my day
Someone to which I can say
"I love you"
(On my myspace also)
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-Matthan C. Atherton
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Could I write in poetry
You would be the theme
All that you mean to me
The answer to my dream
Could I write a love song
To tell you how I feel
Put myself where I belong
To sing these feelings real
Could I wake each dawning
To eyes that held and shared
That promise of the morning
After two hearts openly cared
Could I ever live without you
The obvious answers no
For you are my wish come true
And travel where ever I go
Could I write in poetry
Could I write a love song
All words would be sincerity
And place them where they belong
We tend to write when things are on our mind.
We hope and pray that in time we'll find,
Our hope of dreams and dream of hopes.
Without the Lord in our lives, it's continually a joke.
I find myself confused at times,
Maybe that's why I write these rhymes!
The things I know, and the things I've felt,
Let me know that I can't do this all by myself!!
The pot tends to call the kettle black.
When you're human like me, how can you do that?
They say that everything happens for a reason.
It really doesn't matter the time, date, month, or season.
I love my man and I know that he loves me.
Throughout time we will see how things truly be!
I've made my mistakes and will try not to make them again.
Only with the Lord in my life I know that I will definitely win.
We tend to do things that we don't have to.
Why is that? I don't have a clue.
I love you in more ways than you will ever know.
I pray that in time our love will continue to grow.
You are an Angel in my eyes.
Don't hurt me in a way that you know I will despise.
Some people say that love is love, and hate is hate.
Nothing can surpass love for it is too great.
People live and people die,
When they are born you're suppose to cry.
We rejoice when there is no more pain,
Then the Lord showers us with the sweetness of rain!!!
It’s snowing fear and disappointment.
Weak, my blood tries to tremble,
As the blizzards pass me.
I’ve ended the days
When I’d put love on paper,
Drowning my pen
In inky tears.
But I’ve killed it so many times…
It’s snowing fear
And my nights grow colder,
Eerie thoughts about to come,
Covering me in stillness.
I write of love, but do not want to,
With my pen and interred soul.
It’s snowing fear
As I caress this longing,
The pen drives swiftly over my heart.
It writes of us and what we had,
Buried now in bottomless snow.
I write of love, but tire out.
How will I get over this?
I’ll let the snow scatter my soul,
While the pen dies once more…
It’s snowing fear and you’re not here…
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
I want to feel inspired,
To write a poem I try.
Yet tonight I feel so tired
Almost about to cry.
I am trying hard to think,
Of what I have to say.
My thoughts are at the brink.
Isn’t there any way?!
To write what I feel
‘Bout this boy who is anew.
This feeling, so surreal
But for once I am true.
I float on a cloud
And no longer am I blue.
For I finally found
My poem in you.
If I were to write a book
About my love for you
It would be a never-ending story
If I could paint a portrait
Of how you look in my eyes
It would be a masterpiece
If I were to write a song
Singing of our love
The words would be deep and touching
If I received a dime
For each thought of you
During the course of the day
I would be rich
And share all that I have with you
No oceans, mountains, or walls
Could keep me away from you
I would risk all
Just to see you smile
To me, our love
Is the greatest love story never told
I’ll write you with me
This love is not for paper and ink
Lakshmi
I’ll take off your clothes
to write myself in thousands of touches on you
on your breasts and between ur warm thighs
this hot love
I’ll write it with me
the silence will shed tears
from whispers of unspoken words
this love is not for paper and ink
it passes the thrill through your moist womb
through the rain of fire
it writes itself flying with us
otherwise how would the sky know about our love
Lakshmi
how would the sky read about our love…
We enjoyed ourselves,
We had a few laughs,
You never knew this,
But i love you,
The day you left my tears began to come,
I couldn't bear to see you're coffin shut,
You weren't just my friend,
You were my best friend,
That night i saw you killed,
Was a night like no other,
I couldn't stand her taunting face,
Now i write this alone,
I hate this world,
But now i will leave it in peace,
I will join you in the shadowland
We enjoyed ourselves,
We had a few laughs,
You never knew this,
But i love you,
The day you left my tears began to come,
I couldn't bear to see you're coffin shut,
You weren't just my friend,
You were my best friend,
That night i saw you killed,
Was a night like no other,
I couldn't stand her taunting face,
Now i write this alone,
I hate this world,
But now i will leave it in peace,
I will join you in the shadowland
Form:
I write my tales
Words, fragments, lines
Perhaps meaningless at times
In the same old fashioned way
Like it happened just today
I let my cherished memories; in turn
Fill my hearts every yearn
The flowery feel
Beneath the gentle shadow of the hills
Covered in daffodils
In the same old fashioned way
I write my tales everyday
I always said I would write our song
But the words escape me
I said I would tell our story but I don't know how
Words can't do justice to the way I feel
It’s never the way I want it to come out
When I'm with you I'm myself
You complete my heart
When I'm with you I can be the real me
In your arms I'm home
I can't write a never-ending story
Our love grows more every day
This story has no ending
No song can end that way
When I'm with you I'm myself
You complete my heart
When I'm with you I can be the real me
In your arms I'm home
I'll wake up every day in your arms
In my heart is where you will always live
If there comes a day when god takes you from me
I'll go too, I can't live without you
When I'm with you I'm myself
You complete my heart
When I'm with you I can be the real me
In your arms I'm home
Anywhere, any time, I'm fine
As long as I'm with you...
I'm home...
I love to hear my grandson Bradley babble.
For fun to Mesquite, NV am I going to travel.
The puzzling questions I just love to unravel.
Especially God's mysteries of all the glory.
I have read and listened to many a story.
I love to play with my grandkids, my Lordy
Are they precious, so precious - a miracle.
My first miracle came while I took a pill.
I love my children so and I always will.
I love to write in the still of midnight light.
A small lamp lights my office room.
The other day the thunder went BOOM!
I love thunder clouds bringing the rain.
It clears my nostrils - clears my brain.
I love organ music and songs of refrain.
I love Larry, my hubby: Eddie and Max.
I love to sing to the music, write - relax.
I love to smoke, drink, dance, burn wax.
I love Christmas dinners, Xmas mass.
I love bingo with coffee and brandy.
I love a good glass of wine - dandy.
All in all, I just love life and living.
Taking it all in, being free to giving.
Things I love are many to believing
In one true God, who without I wouldn't
And couldn't do anything. Not sing, nor
Write, nor love anything. For He sore
His son in the Heavens to save my
Soul and not be cold when I die.
I love Him and do not wonder why.
I
Count
Stones
Bones
And
Tones
To Be
The Wind
Alone now
A Quiet space
Reaching to find you
Expansion of mind
Reaching to find a kind of place
where vision flows and color flies
through too A candlelight spiral as it floats on by in the sky
Tonight in my dream I remember why I write into the Light
A Pharaoh searches for his Queen
Through time and space he comes again
Sound of a Wind hears
Expansion of Mind
A Quiet space
Pharaoh's Queen
Time now
To sea
Hear
As
Here
She
Be
Fair
O
0
0
0
to the Center ........... the other one
Fair Count
Stones Be
She Bones
And Here
As Tones.
To Be, Hear.
To Sea, The Wind.
Alone now. Time now.
Pharaoh's Queen. A quiet space.
Reaching to find you. A quiet space.
Expansion of mind. Expansion of Mind.
Sound of the Wind hears, Reaching to find a kind of place
where vision flows and color flies. Through time and space he comes again.
A Pharaoh searches for his Queen, through too A candlelight spiral as it floats on by in
the sky.
Tonight in my dream I remember why I write into the Light
Form:
u jus a picture on my wall, every moment for which i fall.
deeper in the hole, that thing that is love called.
every morning i wake up jus wishing that would call
but simply forgetting that i jus met u up at the bar.
she's like everything i imagined, got caught up in a bad habit.
i keep desperatly goin back, failing everytime i go to it.
the fact that i can't find u, is makin me bout to lose it.
that one person to love, knowing that u can probably be it.
and fact that im finding you, is telling me u don't c it.
so i write this love letter, hoping that we can meet.
hoping that u don't see it and turn the other cheek.
the address that u gave me, i write up on the sheet.
i'll tie a little bow and hopefully i can send it.
i'll dreaming until that moment, but until it i will end.
this illusion up in my head, that is only of pretend.
so i really want u to know , that i hope that u would call.
and give it a lil time, cause i know that we fall
out of sky onto our feet, so silly and unique
but without you girl i can't possibly reach my peak.
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