Best Two Lovers Poems
Eyes like a clear lake,
reflections of a dreamland,
skylights for two hearts.
Walking amidst the cloud tops,
the light brightens up their day.
Edward J. Ebbs - March 15, 2015
Written for a Contest, TANKA 2
Through a meadow clothed in daffodils
Two lovers walk hand in hand
The birds are singing up in the trees
So sweet like a celestial band.
His hand it gently caresses her waist
As he whispers "I love you"
Her heart it beats a little faster
As she feels the same way too.
She gives his hand a gentle squeeze
As passion explodes inside
And with a gentle kiss she says
"I want to be your bride".
They come to the end of the meadow
As the sun sets behind a hill
"He says darling will you marry me"
"She says of course I will".
A man walks down the sidewalk through the mist,
And his dark silhouette is soon erased.
As he continues to travel with haste,
He recalls a pair of lips he had kissed.
A woman takes a bracelet off her wrist,
And in a jewelry box it's then encased.
She remembers a man she had embraced,
And fights against an urge she can't resist.
They realize they must be together,
Yet the dark distance between them conceals
Their image from each other in the night.
After a sudden change in the weather,
The midnight haze subsides and now reveals
Two lovers in the glow of a porch light.
© 2019
A definitive love words cannot define.
Two hearts intertwined, they both beat in time.
We love with a love that is more than just love.
It's a blessing in life and a gift from above.
Your love is the melody that echoes in my heart,
A symphony that plays, it will never pull us apart.
You, my love, are my anchor in life's stormiest seas.
You show me love in a way that brings me down to my knees.
Life with you it is tranquil, yet full of surprise.
To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.
For together, we'll journey through whatever may come.
Our souls are like magnets, drawn together as one.
Your love is my compass, destination unknown.
On a journey together, with your heart as my own.
With you by my side, come whatever may bring,
I cherish this bond. Our hearts forever will sing.
Our hearts sing a song, only that we can hear.
Forever grateful for the joy you've bought to my life, my dear.
My heart found its home, with you by my side.
Two lovers, as one, true love, can't be denied.
Moondust descends upon their stage-
where two lovers dance and never age.
I chose picture #2
Crystal Clear Poetry Contest
Joseph May
April 28, 2019
I'm sitting here all alone,
emotions numb, with words you've shown.
You chose to leave our bed last night,
precious time wasted, to hold me tight....
I'm still in shock of what you said,
how you cared for her, when tears she shed?
You're probably right, when you confessed,
you shouldn't have pulled me into your mess!...
You honestly believe that it's okay?
to care for lovers, that went away.
I ask if it, would be alright,
if I cared this much for an "ex" tonight?...
You lie and say it wouldn't bother you!
if I showed compassion, while he's so blue.
I'm lost in thoughts of how to feel?
your words ring loud, as they reveal....
"You care for her, is what you say",
those words still sting, I must convey.
What was I thinking?.. to let you in,
my heart is broken yet again....
I don't need lovers, from past gone by,
to talk me through tears I cry.
The way I see it, they had their chance,
but you need 'her' more, than our romance...
Go figure?....
Two Lovers
Authored by Chuck Keys
Two lovers alone,
Side on side as one,
Hearts together united as one,
Arms and hands entwined, tightly looped as one,
Lips synced merged into each as one,
Words unspoken, breathless heated passion as one,
Ageless love, in love, as one.
Two Roads Diverged in the Woods
Said; Robert Frost.
This is about the other road.
TWO LOVERS DIVERGE
Inseparable in university days,
Loving botany in myriad of ways,
We dreamed as one each night,
Entranced, same stars in sight,
Our fantasy the Appalachian trail,
Science was the official tale,
Yet, what circled our mind,
delights in each other, sure to find,
A journey of days we laughed, prepared,
No fear, trepidation, nothing scared,
As the beginning of the Tarot fool,
All would be as a precious jewel,
Our discoveries on the trail we shared,
Excited, happy, so focused, what we bared,
Nights we chatted stumbling over the other,
Love softly spoke, blinded, going further,
Many days, tiring treks, weather, and hail,
Our energy sometimes did fail,
Then a wave of love, again did rise,
beauty shimmered in those eyes,
One day, I know not when,
Our interest did not blend,
Trees I felt, loved, was fauna warmed her delight,
Different sparks, thus we studied at night,
Less and less common arose a test,
Whether climbing or at rest,
Of mundane we talked, of weather, of camp,
Words fell down, flickered, it was an empty lamp,
Her spite and anger, would flair,
Emotions I couldn’t settle nor prepare,
Many days, we trekked, two by two, alone,
I, she I think, looked past, we saw home,
Confused, begin again?
Impediments others never passed, we, I, her, overcame,
Yet, did sands flow down, now time depart,
I sighed, in pain, alone, to start,
As they say; I counted the cost,
Joy, love, wonder, all to be forgotten, lost,
I traveled long, was late, never love again?
But, I can live in these clouds, shadows, rain,
I don’t know. I wait. I wait.
By James Kirk-Wiggins
Remembrance of what had been
and would never be again
to have journeyed through a dream state
of emotions wrought
that drip slowly still
filling the well of the heart
quenching the throat of loneliness
when needs were met
in an exchange of binds, reaching out
with tender arms of expectations and desire
as they lit the wick of love's candle
to remove the empty dark
that stirs on the twilight of their horizon
washed in the color gray
where they wait
to kiss the passionate hungry lips of a lonely traveler
who enters the realm of their hope
with a burning yearning to be loved as them
and for a time the world collapsed
into a singular face of exhalation
filled with the glorious glow of internal blossoms
raining the air in sacred fragrant scents
that poured down on the hearts of lovers
entwined like vines wrapped around the days of life
where fruit hung heavy and ripe with thoughts of an eternity
found to be an illusion
painted by the hand of false dreams
of what love should be, and for a time was
perhaps, their bonding of forever and timeless
was a moment's pause on life's journey
that became a memory of two lonely hearts
who joined in the struggle of life
to find peace, even if briefly
when emotions erupted like a volcano
spilling out on the landscape of their dreams
removing everything in its path
with its molten state of energy
until it cooled and hardened on barren ground
that was once a garden where lovers walked
in the star-dust light of romance
with eyes of wonder
that now turn away in silence
on their long slow path back to loneliness
7/22/22
Two lovers in the sunset,
Stuck in a moment of bliss
Her lips against his.
Trees in the background-
Swaying.
He holds her hands in his,
As they share true love's kiss.
As the sun sets behind them,
The River flows beautifully.
The birds chirp romantically.
Her hair pulled back,
As his blows in the breeze.
Their eyes shut loosely,
Enjoying this precious kiss.
Clouds moving above them,
God watches over them.
Two lovers in the Sunset....
~k.t.
A WINTER MORNING AT THE HARBOUR
(For two Lovers)
Two People are making plans;
Their hours run by – spent,
moving behind their mirrors,
underneath plan “B” boils
unknown to both!
And! As promising as it seems,
building one-way dreams,
while the sand leaks, the glass empties.
But the promises grow;
Very – slow.
Excuses surface quicker than
the moving of their dry chapped lips,
the stranger can taste, her dreams
he cannot see the rough sea, looks over
her narrow shoulder,
A fleeting glimpse,
she splits herself in four!
He has split himself before,
Betrayed his wife
Cheap at the price;
Out of the plate of his choice
he picks at the crumbs behind her voice
underneath it falls apart.
So, many frozen waves, of sea,
and good-byes, while the snow flies.
Stranger sees this from-
her small shoe box of dreams
and his head in the shed schemes,
holding hands, tied by the lifeless stove,
while the Seagulls cries sleet in the snowflakes.
The day, the shore, freezing cold feet;
Selling the crown jewel’s
It comes down to this day,
being free of thoughts, priceless;
Their embers from the fire within
furiously flying to escape!
Into the flames go her dreams;
A repeated chance!
Into the flames go his cares,
burnt with their stars.
(09/01/11)
A tale of two lovers who met when they were young
They got together just to have some fun.
Sparks started flying way beyond their control
They was so excited, so brave , so young , so bold.
They became lovers ( I’m sure you already guessed)
Bringing out emotions, bringing out their best.
It was a forbidden love for a pair who was so young
But they nurtured it, and soon it became as one.
A love story - like a Romeo and Juliet tale
Their love so strong, they knew it could not fail.
He was protective in more ways than one
For she was his life, she was the sun.
They knew there would be objections
By family and their friends, so they
Kept it quiet till the very end.
They continued with their schooling
And professions they both gained
And they knew from the beginning
Their loves would remain the same.
They now told everyone, and screamed it to the world
How they hid their love, like an oyster hides its pearl.
They got married and a child she did bear
And as the child grew up, this story she would share.
Two lovers hearts beating gently, entwine
like thornless ramblings roses in full bloom,
exposing beauty like full bodied wine
glistening in shadows of the full moon,
blissfully relaxed in loves waiting room,
their world belongs only to them their dream
pastel rainbow warm multi colour scheme
affection made from heavenly design,
loves arrows delivered on a moonbeam
with love directly from saint valentine.
Composed 18/01/2017
Contest Valentine in form D,
Sponsored by broken wings.
TWO LOVERS.. a tale
Two lovers of the same woman
one day they meet...
Each one sadder than the other...
One tells how he loved her,
the other counts too...
Both extol her qualities...
Both suffer... she died...
Say her name and say goodbye
moved... surreal !
It may be, but it's a human scene...
True love... !
two lovers romping,
young springtime is more fun
than a winter nap
Ó November 30, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen