Love Dramatic Verse Poems | Examples
These Love Dramatic Verse poems are examples of Dramatic Verse poems about Love. These are the best examples of Dramatic Verse Love poems written by international poets.
Another "I Do," Another Pledge**
I found myself confronting mortality in the guise of the viper on the day my heart was irrevocably broken. Deep within, I understand that he liberated you, much like the Meadowlark’s song.
Once again, I utter "I do" and make another pledge. The deceitful viper adorned himself in the same black suit. He donned the colors associated with malevolence during this second endeavor, for it is indicated that "strait is the gate and narrow is the way."
His countenance radiates as he feigns a smile, resembling a contrived pose for the camera. I observed the specter of death in his expression, reminiscent of Pinocchio’s nose.
The well-wishers murmured, "No discernment; what a disgrace, what a waste! A lamentable image of a man." The pastor solemnly proclaimed, "Amen."
I perceived death upon the visage of the haunted individual. The fissures in the antiquated brick wall emitted a haunting melody: "You stand before the altar as yet another fool."
Is this a wedding or a funeral—an evening fraught with foreboding? The middle-aged groom reflects a decline in love and kindness. Love, indeed, is blind.
This is another night, deceiving myself
to be awake...blinded by the sight of
my own surreal wisp of a mellow dream
raking and turning into long reveries,
where something once pleasant is now so trite-
that Illusions of fresh morn quickly blacken
... snuffing whispers of a shadowy wind
slowly retracing its glide into my cries.
Every night, at the sight of darkened moonlight
purple lines of evening air heralds pain--
wind arriving from behind, hushed and still,
that I hide my face from such musky flavor,
carrying scents of our autumnal romps
and remind me of wind songs, play, soft cuddles
pressed in heavenly light, to whisper love
about you, young son high up now with blue stars:
And In his court are a thousand jewels
twinkling from afar with this soft wind cuddling
me in your arms to say, ' all is right, Mama.'
I knew, and you knew, that if I listened to "Unchained Melody," I would have surrendered to yesterday. Without the praises and disappointments, those deep, lingering sighs during moments of passion, our love seemed superficial by comparison. Everything changed the moment I saw his face in my dreams. Suddenly, the sweet sounds of Gheorghe Zamfir’s "Unchained Melody" called me back; I transformed into the Greek goddess you never recognized. I am free.
My last sigh and our final embrace have settled into dust, leaving only one reminder: your brown jar of honey, untouched, sticky, and outdated, much like your attempts to seduce me. Those negligees you once adored have lost their color, much like yesterday's tears. Everything we once shared feels so unreal, yet I am free—free to love. With each breath and every melody, the intimidation has faded away.
We were everything to each other, and I cherish those nights. However, I have now become the courageous heart of my soul; my fears have lifted, and my smiles are long overdue. A new secret has come to light. Close all doors.
She takes what isn't hers like a burglar.
Her spouse wed his lover.
She shut her eyes and once more she lost him to that *witch*.
She views him as all-powerful.
Finally! She wears his ring.
Now it’s time to hold her tongue and demonstrate to the world that she belongs to Master Shingh.
What goes around comes back around; karma is a *trickster*.
Now it’s casual intimacy with Tess the *slutty switch*.
He smiles; she chuckles.
He slows down; she accelerates.
He sneezes, she responds with “bless you.”
She embarked on her new life without hesitation.
To her, the man is all-powerful.
She reverses the ground he treads.
“Yes, master; no, master”—somehow, she manages to love, respect, and obey.
She takes things like a thief.
On this radiant moment, a ceiling
of new moon beguiles the park-lane
where the breeze tosses its wings,
lit by a fluorescent in a haze I can't
comprehend--- a whip of angst encircles
my despair unrelenting to the beat
of a warm summer eve so glorious;
and yet, my spirit drowns from pain,
from the absence of love 's loss in ruins--
there is no recourse except tear
my life, amble alone in the stab of dusk;
Till a streetchild's voice blows through
my hardened ear-- soft, soothing--
that my inner tempest releases
a spark...his angelic presence rivering
through fresh mist alive with young eyes
dipped in joy: this waif without a name
offers a mangled grip of blooms, a smile
haunting as it is giving: in freeze of night,
I find one of earth's better angels
amidst this heartburst almost suspended by
time's daring request to snuff my hours!
Somewhere, a poem exists in our minds about love, life, politics, natural disasters, religion, and contentious issues.
Suddenly, political uprisings and wars emerge, with ISIS and figures like Donald Trump acting as modern crusaders.
Here we are, as citizens, once more feeling disheartened, striving to discover beauty in life amidst chaos, seeking a balance between who is right and who is wrong, caught up in the obsessions with politicians like a game of tic-tac-toe.
Somewhere, there exists a poem, one that is waiting, waiting, waiting, and waiting.
There are too many words and not enough ink to print them, with too few people who care about such issues.
The ups and downs caused by natural disasters stem from the manipulations within the political landscape, the missing emails, the concealed birth certificates, and the beauty queen who gained weight.
What about the real issues? What about the economy, war and famine, child molestation, bigotry, and deception?
Suddenly, political uprisings and wars arise, with ISIS and figures like Donald Trump as today's crusaders.
Here we are, as citizens, feeling disheartened once again.
I look at the creamy butter and remember your tender expressions: "I love you; I love you; can’t you hear me? I declared my affection for you." Saying "I love you" feels like a ritual, repeated endlessly by those who fail to realize that a ritual only has significance when there is true belief in the core of love. The creamy butter seems so appealing in contrast to your behavior, your promise. It presents a variety of flavors, while you, on the other hand, appear to have lost your vitality.
I am finished with your infidelity, your knack for seeing through your deceptions.
She has already informed me that she is four months along.
Consider your words carefully before you speak about loving me;
Jubilant soul hopes above firmament
vibrant faith soars midst trials
radiant heart reverberates
melody of hymns, serenely triumphant
to silence chaotic angst
while exalting God Who makes life wondrous
as love-conquered human nature
fulfills functional share that leaves
impactful difference...
yon grave.
I have never tasted your full lips,
which lack a moisturizing tip.
Yet, I somehow feel as if I have.
I watched you break that fresh loaf of bread, and you said to me,
“You are welcome.”
Somehow, I could have tasted
and smelled the freshness of that small piece you offered.
I felt nourished.
Your spearing eyes, your youthful appearances
A love like ours will be forever,
My soul is in Accra.
Let he who is without vanity cast the first insult
Vain to me smacks of superficialities which
in the long run prove fragile and meaningless
You can be proud of your accomplishments
without worries of being vain
Lose your hair, lose your teeth, lose your looks,
lose your vanity
Fashion statements
Youth
Dress-up make-up
Forsooth
A little vanity never hurt anybody
Until it becomes the substance of your life
Uncouth
Raison d'être
It’s not necessarily a negative asset
conceit
conceded
vain
narcissism
self-love
self-admiration
self-regard
self-absorption...
...Is self-love really considered vanity?
I’ve never been kissed on the dance floor.
With him, I feel light-hearted,
but apart, I’m utterly devastated.
I’m a dreamer, he’s laid-back,
and without a genuine connection, our love feels
like scenes from a disconnected game—
where hate destroys, yet love seeks to heal.
But with each passing day, my love for him dwindles.
We are apart because this kind of love cannot thrive.
We never dance; we never kiss on the dance floor.
Our rhythms never sync; he lacks that spark,
and so, a kiss on the dance floor has eluded me.
Feelings shift when loneliness takes their place.
Love wavers,
when a marriage crumbles,
as I wish and hope our love was strong enough
to bridge the gap.
Unlike wildflowers plucked without care,
my love was stunted,
never given the chance to blossom.
Still, I hold a profound respect for him.
A part of me must make a choice,
and so I choose happiness; I choose solitude
over the confusion of pity masquerading as love.
Love is like a grave of Emotions, there is no way out.
For the ones that no one loves love becomes a tomb of eternal pain.
Where your life is wasting away.
I try not to love anymore, but it is impossible like a grave there is no way out.
Sooner or later we will feel the effect.
My heart will be buried within my eternal soul.
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 would you be my second skin
If I could speak to you would you listen?
If I were to 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 receive?
It I were to lead as God would direct me
Could you believe?
If I were to pray for you would you stay
On your knees praying for His grace, joy, love and peace
For those less fortunate, in God whom you trust
If I could speak to you would you listen?
If I were to dream of you would you glisten?
The more I think of you
The more I ask God if you
Just
6/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Saying Goodbye to a Web of Deception**
When did it become so effortless for him to weave his lies? Was it after their first anniversary, when the glow of their love began to fade? He meticulously plotted his betrayals, crafted intricate plans, and willingly cheated, transforming himself into a mastermind of deceit. Meanwhile, she wore her mask of a devoted mother and loving wife, concealing her pain as she smiled for their children. In public, she exuded warmth, but behind the closed doors of their home, she was a prisoner of her sorrow, tears streaming down her face in the silence of the night.
Then, that fateful summer night arrived—a turning point. She reached her breaking point and declared, “No more, no more.” When did it become so easy for him to betray the trust they once shared? Now, the scorned wife finds herself on death row, an ironic smile gracing her lips, revealing a chilling absence of remorse.
When did it become so simple to bid farewell to the tangled web of lies that defined her life?
The Beauty in My Eye
The Beauty in My Eye
The Beauty in My Eye
The Beauty in My Eye
To God be the glory
For everything He's created for His story
All things are beautiful
Abundantly Soul beautiful for the eye
For Elohim Father makes everything beautiful
The beauty of my eyes
The beauty of my eye
The beauty in my eyes
In there be no surprise
There's beauty in the wyes
God beholds all beauty
The beauty in my eyes
Looking through the eyes
Of Him, Father Elohim
I see myself as He sees me
Beautiful for in Him
His all things are beautiful
The beauty in my eye
The Beauty in My Eye
The Beauty in My Eye
The Beauty in My Eye
Beauty in my eye
Sustains division that impairs my thoughts
Resonates as I do stare the beauty in my eye
The beauty in my eyes
Suffice the feelings that are inside, I stride
I embrace a Saturday as I resonate the beauty
I conspire this all consuming in my eye
His all things are beautiful
The beauty in my eye
The Beauty in My Eye
The Beauty in My Eye
The Beauty in My Eye
6/3/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025