Best Not Love Poems


I Do Not Love You Like the Crescent Moon

I do not love you like the crescent moon
majestically erupting into a star filled night   
nor do I love you like the pearl painted swan
gliding effortlessly across a pristine pond

Fear not for I do most certainly love you -

But my love is more like a cool crisp apple
one succulent bite bringing sustenance to life
My love lives in our fresh laundered linens 
dried in the comforting winds blowing off the sea

My love is here 
My love is now
It is in everything I touch
It is in everything I Do

I may not love you like the luster melting hearts
glistening off a ten carat diamond ring
but you can be sure my love lives daily
in my every breath and my every dream
© Tim Smith  Create an image from this poem.

Why Not Love My Locks

What's so strange about it?
The way it curls like a baby  or
The way it stands out on it's own

The way it swings when I walk  or
The way it catches your stare when I talk

Natural roots, they spring into trees of knowledge
The offense you take, the regards you make  and
Hassles I get when going state to state
It's like my whole life's at stake
Damn gimmie a break

(So) What's the big fuss about the Natural Lust
Rejection to European Beauty Standards is what I truly adore
We need more Natural sisters  MORE MORE MORE

MY LOCKS IS NOT A STYLE, NEITHER A FAD, NOR IMPRESSION
MY LOCKS IS A WEAPON, IT HELPS ME FIGHT AGAINST OPPRESSION

I'm not afraid to show it and I'm not afraid to grow it

Information, dedication, and confirmation is wrapped up in my hair
which wraps around my crown-
So thick, So tough, So strong, So long
So Black and untrapped just my appearance is an attack

Come into job interviews with my image misconstrued, unculture myself 
Just to fit what works for you
Cut my hair for what??   NO! Just Leave Me Alone
One half of one percent is still the wealth we own
So if I cut my hair off, what will the Black man own?

Premium Member They Do Not Love Who Do Not Show Their Love

Will Shakespeare in the long ago
Proved self to be a twice wise sage.
His words are just as apt today
As when first written on a page.

Each mother who loves new born child
Has shown her love with sharpest pain.
She welcomes him with loving arms,
With no fear would feel pain again.

"They do not love who do not show their love"
Words quoted by the famous bard.
A father goes  to work each day
Showing his love by working hard.

A lover loves and shows his love,
Turning blind eye to all but her.
As she returns his faithfulness
They can be sure love will endure.

"They do not love who do not show their love"
As true today as it was then
When Shakespeare wrote it down in ink
And proved his wisdom once again.


If I Did Not Love You

A poem for every parent.

If I didn’t love you, would I say I care?
Would it matter where you going or what you have to wear?
If I didn’t love you, would I want to hear?
Everything you did today while I hold you near.

If I didn’t love you, would I ever say?
“Come let’s kneel down and thank our Lord for yet another day.”
If I didn’t love you, would I say goodnight?
Would I tuck you in your bed before switching off the light?

If I didn’t love you, when you feeling ill.
Would I take your temperature while you suffering with the chill?
If I didn’t love you, would I stick around?
Listen to your cruel insults, fighting on this battleground.

If I didn’t love you, would I let you go?
Praying that you’ll see the light and know I love you so.

It's Not Love

I know you say you love him
And that you would have him back any day 
But he didn’t make you happy, from what you say
He didn’t make conversation
He never took you out
You sat at home tortured, your mind full of doubt
I know you say you love him
And he’s really not that bad
But he never gave you the compliments you should of had
He never bought you flowers
Whispered sweet nothings in your ear
So tell me please why you love him dear

I know you say you love him 
But what good is this love for you
It doesn’t make you happy it only makes you blue.
Let him go and grieve no more
The love you shared together is only in your head
Your heart is battered and bruised but the love for him is dead.

He Does Not Love Me Anymore

he does not love me anymore, oh
heart you give me away
the expression of a broken heart
is permenantly fixed
across this face
my eyes
tell stories of the brokenhearted
for thousands of years
I mourn what could of been

he does not love me anymore,
it is such a shame
for my heart gives love away too freely
like a common whore


he does not love me anymore
oh heart, you must decist.
for the deep trench of pain and confusion seems to
fall for an eternity.
Its boundaries unknown to man
I do not wish to explore this pain
for 
I may never return
again

he does not love me anymore
the person I once was is no more.
He does not love me anymore, 
heart, you will make it through.
the shards of it
will
be picked away
gently by time's gentle embrace
for every moment there is it's place

he does not love me anymore.
and that is ok.
© Laura Hew  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member How Can I Not Love You

in the tender haze of moonlight
my eyes inebriated
catch a fading glimpse of you

i'm caught under your spell
and hope tomorrow never comes



AP: 2nd place 2022

Not Love

some men are never ready,
love is there for you,
4 sex they're going steady,
missing out on love their due,
leopard spots won't change their mind,
johnson tells it true,
the fate of the unkind,
words about me too :(

Don

That's Not Love

Don't confuse love. Love is a feeling that will make you feel alive. Love is what you give, not what you get. Love is a strong word. 4 letters with a strong & beautiful definition. But what if you only feel love and the other person doesn't  feel "love" for you? Would that be One-sided love? Or when he  hits you & throws you in the floor after him coming home from work, Is that love? Or when you have a family & you guys are in court and she want to take your kids from you because she found you with someone else is that love? NO ITS NOT. LOVE IS WHEN YOU HAVE EACH OTHER ,LOVE IS THAT LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL. LOVE IS YOU.

Premium Member Money Not Love

Went to Wal-Mart to buy a Christmas ham
All I could find was a giant traffic jam
Near the toys__decorations
By my calculations
Come day after Christmas, dumpsters see cram

Premium Member Rape Is Not Love

Love that is taken for one selfish goal
can never be true as far as I know.
Rape took the soul of a sister and friend
ravishing her frail spirit to a bitter end.

At sixteen she went on a blind first date
she knew not of her destiny or her fate.
She met with a soldier of the army corps
this was the time during Vietnam War.

He crushed her will with the slap of his fist
took her by force as she tried to resist.
Her screams were stifled and never heeded
within her body he forcibly seeded.

She remained quite not saying a word
until life inside her finally stirred.
Fearful our parents would be upset
she ran away with a friend to forget.

I eventually told what she had done
why she ran away and was on the run.
City law was called for her safe return
found her kidnapped as we later did learn.

As months went by, she grew in girth
sent to a home where she gave birth.
A son was born to her in September
he looked just like her as I remember.

She could not keep him so gave him away
and longs for him still to this very day.
He resides in her heart, a haunting emotion
and forever there will be, a true devotion.

Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey

Fourth Place Winner ~ "I'm Pregnant" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gwendolen Rix
June. 6, 2011

A longitudinal study in the United States of over 4,000 women 
followed for 3 years found that the national rape related pregnancy 
rate was 5.0% per rape among victims aged 12–45 years, 
producing over 32,000 pregnancies nationally among women 
from rape each year.

My younger sister was a victim of rape which she never reported.
No one in the family knew it for many years.  I have a nephew
I will never know or see and she has mental issues that she has a 
hard time dealing with.  Back then unwed pregnancies were taboo.

It's Not Love It's Limerence

Some experts have likened the state of being in love with that of being mentally ill
and yet, we chase this illusion still...
and of course we believe in that which we can feel
Pheromones Hormones and Adrenaline,
phenylethylamine, dopamine, and oxytocin
our bodies secreting a cocktail of passion
we believe in this science experiment...this mere chemical reaction
which tells us we might produce beautiful offspring
Well, limerence is obsessive, intrusive, and consuming
understanding this can be quite illuminating
It causes obsessive thinking, Crippling fear of rejection
still we all seek for this bizarre connection
we are each promised, in theory the perfect princess or prince charming
but the truth itself is very alarming
head over heels....none of it's real
society perpetuates this ridiculous ideal
The only thing that makes any sense...
is that it's not love, it's limerence.

Premium Member Lust Lasts But Not Love

Marry not as per the social rules expect
But if you are in love, you got to marry
If your love is real but don’t get married
Life expansion stops

Most of the girls fall in love, marry elsewhere
If the boys follow, will remain unmarried
Followers impossible to find in year
Two thousand thirteen

Premium Member Love Me Not, Love Me More

LOVE ME NOT, LOVE ME MORE

Love me not, love me more
Love me now until forevermore...
    Gaze meet, nothing much to miss
    Hot nerves shoot in happy bliss
 Clouds above grin in delight
    so with sunshine golden light.

Love me not, love me more
Love me now until forevermore...
    You hold my hand to yours
       clasping it tight, not letting go
    Through all tears and all joys
       let affection a river overflow...

Love me not, love me more..
Love me now 'til forevermore...
    Partners, we sing... sing along
       uncaring who can hear the song
    Irrigating our veins with a wish of love
       peacefully settled like a rock dove

Love me not, Love me more
Love me now 'til forevermore...
     Yes! that's we both want to hear
         from honeyed lips of someone dear.
      Touch my face, stroke my hair
          speak sweet, tell only my name.

Love me not, love me more
Love me now 'til forevermore..
      Until all the mountains reach the skies
            or the moon kiss the starlight shine
      Should all the rosebud hurry blush
            or the painter's brush draw in rush..

Love me not love me more
Love me now 'til forevermore...
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11:21pm, August 29, 2014

Make Revolution Not Love

Get a gun!
Get anything you could grab,
Get a feather, get a pen,
And a parchment, 
Oh! Beauty dove,
And start revolting in your own way,
Your pen is an ICBM,
More powerful than the US’s 
And the North Koreans’
The nuts!!
Propaganda and mind-control,
Information,
Globalisation, bullying,
Corporations, multi-nationals,
Multi-what?? ****??
Slavery, a human for a dollar,
A woman for a cent, for a minute,
Babies for sale, refugees,
Refugitives
Just greed! Greed and more greed!
More hungry mouths,
Not enough to feed,
We need change,
We need a U turn,
But when you only turn,  
With no return,
Back to nature,
Back to simplicity,
Back to my written letter,
Scrub this bloody email and delete it,
Let’s be together,
And be one simple soul, 
Then we may be able to see this change.

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