Best Old Love Poems

I move lightly at sixty,
a little less than the max.
Any faster, and the sunflower shells I spit
blow back in my face,
and any slower and the...

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Did I know this dissention might come to be?
Yes I was aware of its probability.
Did that make me any more prepared for the situation?
No I...

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Con't from Pt 1

At two years old your motherly instincts took me away./ What could my "mother" say,/ she 
was married to a man who...

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	Any ~~ old or recent~~ love poem... the most loving poem... you've ever written  p.d.

Attraction Fate 

The law of attraction, when two worlds embrace,
The...

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I ain't like nothing you ever heard before
 I tell you what when I get done
we'll see if you still feel the same


know im known,...

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On My Eighty Fifth Birthday

Another Birthday…I’m still alive
Never thought that I’d survive
To the ripe old age of Eighty Five!
But here I am…feisty still
Even though I’m...

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One Saturday I went walking through the deep dark woods at night
It was clear and cool, the stars were out , the moon shone bright...

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Roses are red 
Violets are blue
It's the same old poem
that means nothing to you.
I thought your love was strong.
I thought your love was true.
I guess...

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What better way to spend a rainy afternoon in May,
Than with Grandma in her attic where precious memories lay.
This was her treasure trove, cherished things...

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My resurrection of the dead
Are old pictures and what she said
A silent echo and an image framed
The place for my love that bared her name
I...

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The end of us breaks open both old and new cracks in my heart.
How come I couldn't see where my blind love would lead us,
Ending...

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Muscadine grape vine
entwine...smell of bovine
forest edge
sedge
briars growing down the line.

I love the country
The country loves me
I’m as rock solid planted 
As my hundred year old...

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I had been in town about a month or so
And I was thinking ‘bout settling down
After fifty years of always on the go
This was as...

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Midst the mulga and the gidyea out beyond the old Paroo 
runs a road which leads to Yowah and a great place it is too....

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Lovers each parted their ways,
Tears cause misty sprays.
Colder grew them both,
Love amid them was now an old growth.

Lovers wear on their poignant face a pair...

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