Love Dramatic Monologue Poems | Examples
These Love Dramatic Monologue poems are examples of Dramatic Monologue poems about Love. These are the best examples of Dramatic Monologue Love poems written by international poets.
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"conjoined with the whole
we play our life role
exuding a scent
granting love consent"
Hope in us glows
triumphant as our faith grows
spreading peace of blissful blessing-flows
along God's grace to defy doubts and subdue woes.
Love from us does shine
radiating nature of the divine
as we strive to stay inside compassion's line
marked by kindness, freed from jurisdiction of "only mine."
Joy midst us is surely contagious
as we treat all the Lord's creation as indeed precious
forgiving and caring for one another, prayerfully conscious
always wishing the best for each other to become victorious.
I feel your unrehearsed pauses--
the rustle of a blue shirt in leaving
a tangy ache your firm lips make,
holding back cold, collected words.
This rendezvous ... a slow-fire quiver
an ending which has it's own interment;
and outside, night wrestles with time
brittle dew against my eyes, dry mouth
licking an estranged bite that reminds me
of your frivolity . Until sighs
become hollow and stuttering
like a thirst from a weltering breakwall.
So it is with discovery,
the trails of affection are never mine
as I call you grimly,' 0 heart-breaker'
while banging shells litter on the dunes
as this heart shrinks from tangled lies:
There is still much to learn about
young passion... needles upon my chest
losing you from sight like a migrant breeze...
for a woman , fragile at eighteen.
When I open my eyes, I want to see you next to me,
Forever and always.
Your arms are where I belong, in the darkest of nights and in morning's dew.
So, night and day, we are friends and lovers, forever and always.
"I love you" is a mistake I'll make; my heart belongs to you forever and always.
I want the storybook ending, the happy-ever-after, like in fairy tales.
The love you see on the big screen, when it ends, but they find their way home.
Knowing their hearts belong together, forever and always.
No matter what happens, we'll find ourselves back together.
Home is where you are, next to me, forever and always.
Our hearts are forever joined together. Forever and always
He walks the dark alley's, unforeseen roaming
His life finds worthless circumstances to nature existence
Belly rumbles hunger, need a dying sleepless thirst
Once on a path to something before nothing
Stricken from life the dignity must swallow
He crumbles in streets, his pain felt deep
What am I but a man of worldly demise
That my needs, materials a must feed like food
To live its happy life, what my purpose being
Except I am here who is to blame
My God who leads or price of life I pay
Struggle of reality wise eyes see truth
Can not hide among society dragging streets
Clothes ripped like trees from earth
My breath, my faith in hope lingers
I breathe, therefore I am not dead to life
But a gasp of air that recycles through
Here today, gone tomorrow's time unknown
Minutes ticking the wilderness I lay
No doubt I am more, emptiness void tingles
I am heart, I am love, I am man
The old man of life's creation till death
The forgotten innocent to pocket change
Beneath your feet I walk the shadows
JUST
IF I could smell you,
Would you smell like our Father;
If I look at you do I see God;
If I could taste you would you be liken manna;
If I could hold you, you'll be liken second skin;
If I could speak to you would you listen?
If I wereto dream of you would you glisten;
The more I think of you
The more I ask God if you.......
JUST
IF I could nurture you Would you recieve?
If I were to lead as God would direct Me
Could you believe?
if I were we're to pray would you pray
On your knees, praying for His grace, joy, love and peace
For the less fortunate, in Godwhom you trust;
Admist again and always
If I could speak to you your soul and heart
Would you listen in whole or part
As per your soul beats in part breath life in the the Father's heart
6/5/25
By
dedicated to
Abihail Adamilo Katarma
It's not of anger's taken, love rules position
Heart we find enjoyment of laughter and smiles
But there's a bitter unforeseen circumstances
Of situation known to happen out blue
We do not find humor in life's beating
It could be worse, every occurrence is solution
Put smile on, it's one them things happen
No humor in death, does one not find joy
That their life was lived, now pain is gone
Humor in life, if you don't laugh; cry its tear
Find pleasure in life's breath, not worldly things
Find pain is love even in eyes of death
Fight to believe life could be better
Leaving the world better than we found
Humor in life, isn't so much laughter as thrill of joy
Humor, a release valve to life's anxiety
Everybody has it, some their own selfishness greed
A connection to living a moment of peace
Where nothing exist but enjoyment to life
Let's face it, people are funny strange
Even a fault could make one famous
Be yourself, humor is a healthier way to life
A troubling soul, finding a piece of sunshine
Let's bring it back; let's go back
To that sweet, old thing we now lack
Make it great again, go back again
Let's start right away; let's begin
Back to organic maple syrup over Mama's hot, buttermilk flapjacks
And Daddy's Saturday morning tutorials on how to change the oil and how to use a scissor jack
A return to strangers saying 'hello' to strangers in passing
Souls offering sincere pleasantries that are warm and long-lasting
Let's take a trip back to Mayberry
With some good old-fashioned Andy, Aunt Bee, and Barney
Back to decency, respect, kindness, and hospitality
A good, wholesome place; a good space of love and integrity
Let's go back far away from the masks and the distant, cold stares
Back to sharing a sandwich at lunch and car ride shares
For too long, we've sat lonely in a sunken place
Such a cold, dark, and constricted space
Let's go back, let's revisit, let's taste that lost sweetness
That wholesome, rich thing that's bustling with goodness
My soul welcomes challenges
with triumphant spirit
as my will soars toward
faith-flight of prayer wings
defying arrogance of self-confidence
while hiding in the strength of the Lord…
My heart basks in God's goodness
for every victory midst bouncing hope
with steadfastness to keep on
learning from trial and test
grateful for lessons
since transformation works
championing the new creation in me
against my carnal human nature…
Yes, I am what I am now
by the grace of my Creator
and through His mercy and might
along His miracles of marvellousness
my life is His workmanship
toward victorious bliss
in reaching-out with His love.
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"I'm not pretty"
yes you are
"The flowers are pretty"
and your feets need
thuh bath daisy
{roll'n hug'n kiss'n}
"Now your back 'needs
thuh bath' Edvard"
i love you too
eve
The Journey
Standing at this crossroads, I finally see
How life shaped us through misunderstanding.
What I once called betrayal was merely growth—
Two saplings reaching toward different light.
I trace the map of our journey together,
Each weathered line telling its own story.
In forgiving our mutual imperfections,
I've found that love transforms alongside us.
This is the wisdom life whispers:
To hold each other loosely, yet with care,
As we bloom into our truest selves.????????????????
Sparsely lit streets added suspense
to stories I listened as a child,
dad used to point towards stars
making up stories for each one
awesome fairies, angels visited
me in colorful imagination
He taught me one secret -'truth
is your ultimate friend' his punchline
Mother taught me ways of girl-child
household chores, art of sewing such likes
to this day these teachings are the
good ones that have helped me through
I look through the window at
grandchild. Alert, sharp and busy -
its whole soul buried into mobile phone
swiping, scrolling, controlling
playing videogames wearing headphones
beginning life in illusionary world
no time for dad or mom or friends
no time for stories or for skies
unfamiliar to love, hugs or speech sounds
wasted childhood, less hope of future
wasted activity, lost hope of good things
Can a trampled flower bloom again?
The question is,
should I listen to my imagination?
Sometimes it can go very wild,
I look for a lion ready to eat me alive.
There are times it can go romantic,
with hearts and love all over the page.
It has a way of bringing up my old memories,
some happy, maybe sad, or funny as can be.
In Playground of Imagination,
I never know what will show up.
Is our striving worthy? Are we but actors on the stage of life and oblivious to it? Here, the background isn't factual, yet the pain is! For millennia, we have explored the existential man, who, aware of himself and his ultimate demise, must swim against the curse of consciousness and quickly find the meaning of it all! For life, with its innate desire to live, invades some fine earthling and hijacks his part in the play. Then, forgetting he is the man behind the mask he has worn for generations, realizes he is but a pawn in a greater game! So, my dear friend, throw down all your delusions of grandeur, for there is but a poor wayfarin' stranger...in love with himself!
At the most serene place where peace is sown,
Our laughter mingles with the scent of meals,
We unite, based on stories we have known,
The telling of these fables still appeals.
Many days we slept with tinctures of fear,
Though with scars, our lives scaled through many storms,
Somehow, our bond always wiped dry our tears,
Made cozy our beds, kept us safe and warm.
Many waters have passed under our bridge,
Yet all storms we weathered with love and grace,
And never once did we slip from the ridge,
No troubles could erase hope from our face.
Now our future shines bright and crystal clear,
A stroke of luck, and sorrow takes its flight,
Now filled with hope, we welcome with a cheer,
On a path that is clean, clear, right, and bright.
Tying the knot,
I thought sowed my soul.
Making me a better man,
But I discovered the lack.
Learning how to respect one another.
Loving another at the cost of loving myself.
Unrequited pain, a new form of loneliness.
The body exposing it through night terrors.
Ending with a big bang.
I rebirthed being alone.
In darkness He did his magic.
Cementing my non-negotiables.
Yet again I stand with another.
Uncomfortable comfortable.
Both of us with a checkered past.
Trepidation with hands on the wheel.
Wiser with a touch of grayscale.
A new kind of love we embark.
Both of us have probed for faults.
Scared of what seems perfection.
I stand with her having shaking hands.
And a fearful smile from my past.
I look over to see her response.
For once trepidation turns to tranquil.
She reads me like a book.
Caring where no one has before.
Nurturing my every wince.
The chips are landing perfectly.