Love Concrete Poems | Examples
These Love Concrete poems are examples of Concrete poems about Love. These are the best examples of Concrete Love poems written by international poets.
On the last day of the week
you were the first person to ask me
on a movie date
and this was the first time I refrained from hesitation
the first time in a long time I've loaned my bones expose
and as it plays on my unforgivable fidgeting
begins twisting in positions in my seat
trying to lay my head on your chest
without breaking my neck
and I’m sorry I couldn’t just
become comfortable
and I’m sorry it’s about more than
just the movie
and I’m sorry I was more focused
on what I wanted taken
than was capable of giving
and I’m sorry all I can do is sputter off
apologies after you've
long since stopped listening
Did you hear about the rose
that bloomed in Harlem-
through concrete cracks, through chaos,
through prayers gone thin in steam?
A winter rose
shouldn’t bloom in this blaze-
but you, baby girl, unfold anyway.
Concrete beneath you,
sirens above,
a million ghosts whispering tough love.
You glide past bodegas and busted swings,
past aunties hollering from painted stoops,
past brothers pacing—palms tight with truth.
I watch your curls bounce down One-One-Four,
your laugh a lavender miracle,
soft, sure,
still surviving-
thriving-
in a garden that forgets to welcome
delicate things.
Still, I worry-
that the city might carve its name
into your softness
before you know
you are sacred.
That the sidewalk might swallow you
before you burst.
But Wynter,
you are no damsel,
no flower waiting for rescue.
You are named for frost,
raised in fire,
rooted in rhythms older than this street.
You rise with sunlight,
spin storms into dance,
and grow wild-
like you’ve always known
you could.
You are the light that fills my days,
the warmth that wraps around my soul.
In your eyes, I find a home, a place where
time stops and hearts speak in whispers only
we can hear. Love grows like roots beneath
us, deep and quiet, but strong enough to
lift us when we fall. In your touch, I feel
the pulse of the world, beating with the
promise of forever, tender and true.
Together, we are whole, as one, in love,
always.
happiness is F—R—E—E
when shared
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O I
am so
sad now
that she left
for up above.
Twenty years
is a long time
to love a cat,
this sweet.
A kitten came
that fit my hand
all fluffy and purring,
she loved to cuddle
all the long nights.
I held her in my arms
till her body was stone.
And now I go to the place
where I buried my beauty.
I told my friends- no, no,
more cats for this here girl.
They say just give it time!
Oh, oh my- days are empty,
sometimes, I hear her soft
meow call, calling for me,
and that breaks my heart.
Tears,
now
fall
fall
fall
like
rain
on
my
new
wee
cat.
She snaps like a brine tendon,
spilling embryo chords across the basalt shelf.
Tongues of nacre split her sides,
each vertebra strung with gravid silence.
Kelp-blind, she threads the continental rift,
her fingernails seeded with unfinished continents.
Magma foams in the pouch of her pelvis,
grinding up vowels like crushed coral.
So Dearest precious Love
I love you my love I love you
I love so you so my love yes I do
I so ever do in my whole part do
Beating soul my precious heart
Wonderful love hallelujah
Love assured beautiful
Awesomely Loved
Earnestly adorn
Mine heart
Beats
11/7/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
GO GO
GIVE GIVE
GENEROUS @ @ GENEROUS
GIFTS GALORE | | GIFTS GALORE
BUTTERFLIES BELONG B BUTTERFLIES BELONG
BANKED BESIDE BOXCARS U BANKED BESIDE BOXCARS
MONARCH BUTTERFLY WING T MONARCH BUTTERFLY WING
LARGE VIBRANT ORANGE T LARGE VIBRANT ORANGE
AND BLACK MARKINGS I E AND BLACK MARKINGS I
LOVE YOUR JOURNEY R LOVE YOUR JOURNEY
SEE YOU ACROSS F SEE YOU ACROSS
NORTH AMERICA OH L NORTH AMERICA OH
CANADA YES Y CANADA YES
TO MEXICO GO TO MEXICO GO
EGG LARVA AND G EGG LARVA AND
CHRYSALIS WE O CHRYSALIS WE
MILKWEED IS MILKWEED IS
YOUR HOSTING H YOUR HOSTING
FLOWERED O FLOWERED
PLANTS M PLANTS
BORN E BORN
GO GO
The Khasis
and their living root bridges,
woven whispers of time,
a testament to patience
and respect for growth.
The Santhals
and their vibrant saris,
each thread a story told,
a tapestry of dances,
a chorus of ancient songs.
The Gonds
and their painted walls,
stories etched in ochre,
a language of the earth,
a legacy of dreams.
The Todas
and their gentle herds
a symphony of bells,
a rhythm of the mountains,
a peace beyond words.
The Siddas
of Karnataka's hills,
a whisper in the wind,
a pearl of wisdom in their eyes,
a connection to the stars.
The Naga
and their warrior grace,
a symphony of drums,
a dance of fierce devotion,
a spirit unyielding.
The Jarawa
of the Andaman Islands,
a connection to the sea,
a whisper in the waves,
a rhythm of the tides.
The Rabha
and their bamboo flutes,
songs of love and longing,
a melody of the forest,
a dance beneath the moon.
The Bhils
and their bow and arrow,
a hunter's heart and soul,
a respect for the wild,
a harmony with the earth.
Oh, these are the things that whisper in my soul,
even in the city's clamour.
In their enduring wisdom,
I find my own.
As this train will come to a stop unexpectedly in the happy hour,
And the station is a thousand miles more, yet not there but,
The urge to go back and book again, but how?
True, nobody can know, nobody will know
That Lions and bears cry too
And they crave just
A little love and
A hug
End!
Not yet
Not yet the end
Only the beginning to a
Long journey, that I embark on
I am sitting, looking, waiting for a train
One that will take me to the far end, dream land
One filled with ethereal culmination of beauty unseen
And in my holy mountain, none bruises another’s feet on account of,
The weight that made the temple to crush cruelly in the ruins of former Egypt
None shall point a finger to the least of the unimportant, oh yes
None shall falsely accuse even the condemned of Misri
It is a world filled with wonder and beauty beyond
And there we will cheer for a past forgotten
Beauty that will make the soul merry
Merry for a beginning of the end
And end to the beginning of
The end of a long cry
A flawless smile
Beauty of the
End
Beating heart, fleeting starts
Beating so now beats seemingly
This old heartbeats sure is new heart
Such mine heart beats such a heart does
A hollow muscular soul organ vertebrates
That by its rhythmic assure contraction acts
A force pump WITH THE LUNGS maintains
-ing the circulation of the blood Spiritual the
seat of life or strength means mind, soul,
Spirit,entire emotions nature understand
In the central wisdom of feeling as
Opposed to the head-wisdom
Of reason synonymous in
With affection
Love
7/15/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Two wonders,
born into our lives twelve and
ten years ago.
A girl and a boy,
my grandchildren,
in the little house in Haw Creek,
I held them less than a year old
as they slept on my chest,
as I walked them up and down
the creaking wooden floor hallway.
Soft lullabies, baby board books,
spontaneous laughter so endearing.
Their drawings in chalk on concrete,
playing in their yard of all seasons,
watching His birds raise their young,
being the blessed Lord's creations themselves.
Oh, years, can you slow down some?
My daughter, son-in-law, and I,
we love their precious youth.
In the priceless art of children,
their drawings in chalk on concrete,
etched across our hearts. ~
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Father Of Lights...
thousands...........
heard You preach
Your love and........
they got so hungry.
Your neverending cherish~~~~
and eternal compassion~~~~~
I don't merit it, loving Father~~~
You ignite hearts
just five loaves.......
and two fish............
Your blessing..........
amazed crowd........
fountain of many....
loaves and fishes...
Your very generous
Heart of Hearts......
such a living miracle
multiplied!~~~~~~
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