Love Elegy Poems | Examples
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A Real Bodhisattva
A bodhisattva is the Buddhist equivalent
Of a warrior for Christ, who is well on their way
To being Christlike themselves.
Of course there are many degrees of bodhisattva
From those who only have the wish to be
To those who actually are.
Literally millions are examples of the former.
The Dalai Lama is a good example of the latter.
Real bodhisattvas are rare.
Their hallmark is infinite love and compassion
For all beings
Combined with deep insight
Into the true nature of reality.
This week the world lost a real bodhisattva
In the form of a young American patriot,
Who at just 31 years old
Had successfully reached a whole generation
Galvanizing many young people
To critically look within
And embrace traditional American values
Of family, honesty, integrity, openness,
Love, tolerance, inclusivity, and faith.
And for this he was martyred.
The world is a better place
For having known Charlie Kirk.
But it is certainly not a better place without him
Unless we take up his mantle
Take the torch, and shield and sword
And become real warriors of Christ
Bodhisattvas in the army of truth.
(9/12/25)
A force of nature, with a heart so grand,
She walked this earth, a light in the land.
Our Auntie Dana, fierce and free,
Like the hammerhead shark she loved to see.
She navigated life's deepest, darkest seas,
Finding solace and strength on her bended knees.
In the Bible, her compass, she found her way,
Guiding her through each and everyday.
For her three boys, her love knew no bound,
In their triumphs, her greatest joy was found.
Then came the grandkids, a new chapter to start,
Each one a treasure held close to her heart.
Aunt to so many and mother to all,
With laughter and cheer,
she banished our sorrows, our every fear.
Her witty humor, her infectious grin,
A beacon of warmth, from deep within.
Though she faced tempests and trials unkind.
A beautiful spirit, she left behind.
So let her memory live, a whisper on the breeze,
Among the vibrant, sunlit, whispering trees.
A testament to a beautiful, brave, and loving heart,
From which we never, ever, have to part.
Love you Aunt Dana, We will miss you!
Would you mind if I won’t talk
About what to do
Better sit, relax or walk
Silently subdue
To the sweetness of the day
With the promised rain
That forgot to fall today
Though the sky was grey
The roadworks spread happy noise
The smell lingers far
Tips me gently there’s no choice
I can’t book a car
Get the plane and swiftly fly
That familiar route
Just to see if I can buy
Some of earth to root
You would offer me a bed
Your diatic food
We would share, as you said
It could be so good
But it went the other way
You have found your peace
I don’t know what more to say
When I’m saying this..
A life that's fading is a flame that's burning out,
I, a mortal, lament the departed soul.
Tobi Dike, your light extinguished—halfway unburned,
leaving us in darkness
—with only memories to hold.
We are all like candles—burning bright,
yet fragile
—our light shining edges closer to night.
Gradually, gradually, gradually, we vanish,
leaving only whispers
—shifting sands.
"Be kind, good, cautious" your words echo,
haunting whispers—guiding light in life's turbulent night.
The wise one says
—"a smooth sea does not make a skilled sailor."
Alas, sudden departure left us reeling, pained, lost,
yet legacy remains
—forever etched, museum of memories.
Your particle remains—testament to love, unity, light.
Tobi Dike, your light shines on comrades' hearts—
forever lit a seed of love, and unity's bond, planted in comradeship's soil.
The ancestors say
—"death is not the end, but a transition."
In time's relentless tide, your legacy stays—
a guiding star, shining bright
—through life's turbulent ways.
Season of violet grief
A day of navy oaths
The weather a dim pink hush—
ghosts of past, my muse.
I accidentally wrote a letter
scrawled on pale paper—
Guess, my June, what spills forth
when your blade slips through—
—not me, the envelope.
Perhaps a carol, yes—
or an oration (how proud I was!)—
or—
no, not that—
—perhaps just a thin red thread,
words sealed in failing breath.
Ruins of
all I dared offer.
Don’t blame me, love—
and oh, don’t fear me,
for all is said
as the letter burns—
in its pyre of regret.
Lamentable, the family gathering
on the other side of sunshine,
with possessions no longer bothering,
sans loving cups, draining of wine.
Great-grands, grands, aunts, uncles, cousins and unborn,
one mom, a nephew, memories
their perspectives (only they carry). Torn,
yellowed pages of treasuries.
Climbing steps, silver dollars, and finger gloves,
savory chicken and dumplings,
boat on the lake, seashells on velvet (these loves)
tricks and treats, some were just ducklings.
Soft hands, warmer heart; silver in corner chair;
the teaser (he died way too young)
To each I lift my thoughts - they are laid bare.
Kindly, ancestors, I’m among.
All, go the byway, to our destination.
What will our progeny recall?
What bouquet of ours sets forth sensation?
Together we’ll be, blessings fall.
Lacrimal vessels are filled - our love, fearsome.
Eyes salty and brightened.
Peace comes after tears, reveling in wisdom.
Capacity to care, heightened.
All i remember is her glaring kindness
Her wanting love and attention from any source
She had a beautiful toughness about her
That strengthened all around her
I did not know she had cancer
I wish i would have had the opportunity
to say some words of encouragement to her
but it was to late
Now I'm faced with my mortality again
"Hello aging, how've you been?".
I can at least say i have nothing but pleasant
Memories of her.
And that shall be enough till my day comes.
the snow
undissolved
amid my heart
wanders eternal
as does my avidity
its difficult to accept
“to move on to forget”
six feet yet unreachable
how will this feeling melt
my everything lost tomorrow
‘we’ wander, separate, absent
as I hang by the blistering icicle
I want to accept but never forget
will a 'farewell' do me as to liberty
my tears frozen yet sentiments warm
let our memories perpetual we coexist
as you’l love in summer and I will in winter
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Perhaps I’ll tear my eyes away
Let my crimson spill and stray
Sew my wounds with piercing thread
If you’d love me though I bled
Death does not seem so grim
Nor does the noose’s cold, tight hymn
Summon Venus, my muse
Let her claim what I shall lose
Caress my flesh till breath runs dry
Let crimson drip as fingers tie
Stab me with empathy, raw and pure
Choke me with love-- my cure
Love me, love me, love me please!
Drain my body, let it freeze
Love me, love me, love me please!
If not, I will bring them to their knees!
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[Before you get concerned, I wrote this not about someone else, but about me. I thought it would be interesting to portray someone trying to love themselves, but failing, so they almost force themself to love their own person.]
Black as the night
My sable soul sings
Songs praising Nubian
Ancestors dancing
To treed thoughts
Rooted in the womb
Of my pregnant
Poetic mind…
Such is the essence
Of poetic labors of love
And the orgasmic Nile flow
Of impregnating
Words of wisdom
Watering inspiration
And thigh-warming
Navel awareness
Rebirthing chosen
Mission purpose…
Indeed my beloved
Ancestors:
To not know where
We go from here
Is bad
And not to engage
In working out
Where
And how
Is worst…
I shed tears today for a lady I never knew
For so long my emotions faced exemption
My life, created in lieu of a tragic encounter, grew
At last my understanding salvaged some redemption
Perceptions and thoughts of the unknown accumulated
Visions of youth, sorrow, love, loyalty, and despair
Through the eyes of destiny we communicated
Briefly revealing how much you loved and deeply cared
Your concern for other’s lives gave way to mine
For a moment I felt your warmth and saw your light shine
A unique memory of you shall forever be kept
Of the day, upon your resting place, in silence, I wept
Gone With The Wind
Gone with the wind so many years ago
Your song plays triumphant
My heart still aglow
I've never forgotten
All the stories you told
All your hopes and dreams
In a loving novel bestowed
Goodbye my loving fortress
With all your colors aglow
Soon I shall find you
A glorious moment to be told
Waiting for the day picking flowers along the way remembering reminiscing at all the love you gave away
My friend, how deep can be your sorrows?
Through smoke filled maze of modern days
When time flies by in bleary haze
And we don't know about tomorrow?
Your eyes, once bright and full of life,
Nowdays, instead, to my dismay,
Are filled, like rainy days of May,
With hate, and pain, and fright.
No, you can't plea, no, you can't flee,
'Cause life is known for no compassion.
Your lust for it and inner passion
Have been dried up, like bloodless fleas.
Yet we don't know of what's to be.
You shed your nightly tears in bed,
But love, I beg you, please, don't fret,
And share them here, with me.
"WOW; What a task!", I had replied unto mine Master.
He had bid me; "Name Me one good n' pure, of recent human alabaster!"
I searched to n' fro', coast to coast n' 'round th' globe...
Frantic'ly anxious I became, 'cause in these times I knew th' throes.
When; "ALAS!"...it came to me, so evidently clear...
"MASTER, O MASTER...HE WAS RIGHT SO, N' ME SO NEAR! AND EVEN NOW M'LORD; HE'S ON HIS WAY TO YOU...
...HIS NAME; 'JIMMY CARTER'...AND WE ALREADY KNOW, YOU LOVE N' CROWN HIM RIGHTEOUS TOO!!!"
('~A~')zaza
A.K.A. - Randall A Martin - '25
Shãnta
On th' night that I saw her...
Darkness had been shunned into day
She turn'd 'round eyes bright enlighten'd...
"Oh, my gosh...Randall, you're here! I can hardly believe it! How are you ol' friend n' HEY!"
Mine eyes started to drip, tears of joy view'ng her visage.
So aglow with Her'n smile n' as if she'd never known this world's marring...
No evidence of pain n' not one hint of it's cruel'st scarring.
She laughed so a'glee; "COME n' dance with me, ya' jerk!"...whilst taking my hand, as 'ven if I'd fool'd refused no...lol, 'twould not have worked!.
Holding me so close, I felt so loved n' adored, when all my pain vanquished n' then 'way we danced my heart soar'd!!
She then whisper'd mine ear; "You've much to do, so keep strong...and don't worry, luv'...then you'll be back here, where you belong."
Slight she pulled back, as The Heavens were her'n eyes...
An most sweet'st n' innocent kiss came to mine lips, as a cosmic swirl whisked mine soul 'way...
Oh, God Bless Your'n Gold'n Heart & 'Til We Meet 'Gain; "THANKS n' I LOVE YOU, SHÃNTA!"
By: ('~A~')zaza