Love Blank Verse Poems | Examples
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There is torment who tells you nothing except that you are worthy of the devil's persecution,
Elocution might disarm it, but in the beginning it haunts you until you turn to some comfort,
Some illicit comfort that convinces you the pain was a dream and not a nightmare,
In the recesses of stillness and the rest that eludes us, there is a torment that knows us by name,
And hat4es us just the same,
But in the end,
A man who is the first and the last,
Knows a way out,
Find him, grab his garment and let go for absolutely nothing,
Least of all that itch that begs you to scratch it,
And start the game anew,
God love you,
Hold onto Jesus,
And be free.
On seashore's realm a fragrant rose in bloom.
A surfer with her board observes the rock
along the shore where butterflies repose.
Butterfly clothed in hues of spring alights.
On scented breeze he lightly settles down
and holds a pose of grace and elegance.
As the surfer gently tiptoes in to see
the butterfly responds in movement, too.
His wings they open up and close for her.
By this she takes his gesture as sincere.
She smiles and soon believes her heart is sure.
She's found a lovely butterfly to love.
She heard her heart seeing the his-story view
he was a writer she fell in love with the love of him,
words time being a variant corporate sponsoring of a fervent-future love advent event
Wonders wanderings wondering what if
What if I were to fall in love with a poet
Should I let him know-it
Beautiful it shall be, jubilee
Soar to my surprise, my guise, maybe my guy
Shall I try to pray, engage in My Father’s will
As of Him, Lord, Elohim Jehovah be it your will
Covenant stream, mine vision, and dream
Be it Your Will O’ God
You him and I
Covenant
3/16/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2026©
Never Easy
Never easy
Lose a loved one
After sixty precious years
Look at photos
Read her writings
Bring me often
Close to tears
Now she’s buried
At the chapel
Where we went
Made many friends
Now she has
No sufferings,
No pain.
Bible read at funeral
‘Asleep in Jesus.’
One day’s certain
Go I will
And join her
In that earth-dug
Holy bed
‘Asleep in Jesus.’
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and that
yet
that wuz more
contagious
than this
and that wuz 'ready
dress'd
save the expose'd
intentionally
expose'd
'gain
eeny miny
meeny
no
.
she left me no
recourse
everything thick
wuz
and inch
every
her patina
az
clean'd
bronze
.
if she removez hern
raiment
front mine
see'd
if she
trusts
mine
if i
can't get theze
boots off
A Thing Of Beauty part I
To beautify her furthermore
would take divine intervention
baby girl so long ago, I did adore
all grown with baby of her own
O forevermore, dusky jewel
beyond celestial dimension,
of generations hers & ours sewn
impervious love thru time & space
the cosmos, yours
meteor showers cannot erase
Love has many shades --
the methods we color our
feelings. Often giving them
faces and names. Times, the
mornings, afternoons and
evenings -- Which are more
the Passionate? Only Love
can decide.
Feeling a bit scaly
and my usual fleet-footed
I followed a lizard
into an evaporating wash --
somehow, all living critters
eventually enter the wash -- the
lizard looking for insects, and the
coyote looking for lizards
and to drink from a puddle
of water -- more like
a thimble full, the sun reclaims
quickly when 120 -- dwellers learn
to conserve, survive on less
in the desert; did not see
one environmentalist though;
probably in a comfy college
dorm, or staff lounge, sipping ice-tea,
writing his or her next hit piece, main
focus on how he or she suffers along with
a greatly abused planet. Gulp, gulp!
Honestly, I prefer the company of lizards,
coyotes, and an occasional rattler -- always
having found the desert far more hospitable
than Arid intellect.
And, so, with the dawn
of a new night, we met
for song and dancing.
Stars are made for wishing...
while suns are dear sources
of life.
train whistle blues
reflecting my saddest moods
there she blows again
sounds like she’s lost a friend
for what does she lament?
her wail sounds heaven-sent
Is it a who or a lost love?
she sounds fragile as a turtle dove
If you really do love me,
Do what I say, said Jesus.
Don’t delay or put it off
To some other time
Only today is your special day
To do what I say
So - do what I say today.
Tomorrow’s tomorrow
Completely unknown
Your strong expectation
Your highest of hopes
Your plans and intentions
No certainty know.
No matter how sure
You think you control
God alone knows the future
So give him your all.
Give time every morning
In prayer at his feet.
Discover how perfect
He’ll work out your day
If you will but listen
And careful, obey.
Yes, ‘Keep my commandments’
Through every new day
Discover your Saviour
In a precious new way.
“If you love Me, keep My commandments.” John 14:15
Shadows of yesterday
eclipse reality.
But in hope lies my dreams;
where I am free of doubt.
Love's ethereal touch
manipulates pleasure.
And as my heart seeks more,
fledgling feelings take wing.
Untethered to your heart,
desire morphs into lust.
And love's consigned to dreams,
whenever doubt wins out.
If love starts to vanish,
it was not meant to be.
And yet, fueled by dreams,
it remains within reach.
It does no good to cry
when your heart's steeped in hurt.
For just like all the rest,
this heartache, too, will pass.
Is there hope when it’s hopeless?
Is there peace when it’s wild?
Is there love when I’m hated?
Is there joy when reviled?
Can I find what I’ve longed for?
Can I ever succeed?
Yes, most certainly, always,
If to Jesus I plead!
“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to His abundant mercy has begotten us again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.” 1 Peter 1:3