Love Elegy Poems | Examples
These Love Elegy poems are examples of Elegy poems about Love. These are the best examples of Elegy Love poems written by international poets.
I water the garden flowers
In the early morning glare
They bloom brighter after hours
Later, in the fresher air
In the coolness of the evening
Flowers smell more vividly
Their scent reminds of feeling
That you are here, close to me
We’re just sitting biding time
Till it gets too cold to sit
Faces blur, and shades entwine
There’s no ground beneath our feet..
Well, here we are,
dear canine friend.
The Reaper is racing
towards us,
but I won't say Goodbye.
I'll say Thank You.
Thank you, Sandy,
for being the best friend
that I’ll ever know.
Thank you, Sandy,
for trotting
towards me
during my
loneliest hours.
You were
my confidante,
my guardian,
and my playmate.
Please know that
as I turn away
for the final time,
I’m not turning away
from you.
Our time together
is finished.
There is no sense
in sobbing
over the inevitable.
Then why do I
tremble
as I lumber away?
Why is my soul
coated
with sorrow?
I hear the Reaper
coming, dear girl.
He’ll take my heart
with you.
.
in thuh distance
there'z uh
banging
pauze
thump
i feel'd thuh lump
in her throat
"hhuh
hun"
mine
hear'd drip
hern
drip
drip
*Sara Kendrick girl, ')
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..
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
At the grave side
Always a moment for
deep reflection
About life and its fleeting
nature
We are reminded that life
is but a breath
We are a breath short before
we join the dead.
The grave though silent, yet
speaks volumes
It tells the story of a life once
lived
Love once shared and legacies
left.
Questions coming to the fore
Am l living or existing
Am I leaving a legacy
Am I loving enough and
Am i giving enough
Thoughts at the grave side.
(Written on the 3rd of December, 2024)
.
i never left the place
we left off
i see you in all uv
herz
looks
sees
winks
tears
all uv mine
thinks
'bout yourn
haven't
won't
stop
Tears fight their way back
into their ducts for now
moist palms clammy at my sides
Prayers are said
the living honor the dead
shovelfuls of earth on top are spread
Is there nothing more I can do
~ She once told me ‘I love you’
When Summer is gone along with substantial flowers,
a lingering memory, I wonder “were you here at all?”
It will only be, in each new Spring reviving,
that the iris near the tear duct blooms.
When Summer is gone and leaves float downstream
blains renew with a chill in the air,
and the maples and oaks lose
their grief stricken hues.
When Summer is gone, that means Spring too,
then Fall is the midpoint so far from you,
as the years yield their acorn pelts
I pumpkin-kiss and miss you.
When Summer is gone and the “I love you,” is silent,
in the deep drifts of the Winter white blanket,
still I hear your motherly voice in the wind,
emphatically reap your snowdrop smile.
Quote By Poet: "Tears are rain from the eyes."
When the phone rings,
it is 1:30 AM.
A doctor saying,
your dad is gone.
How did I manage to say,
thanks for your call?
Tears filled my eyes and face,
my dad is gone but how could that be?
My hero of a man,
who left his home~family~to fight a war.
A dad who took the time,
to help with homework.
His wisdom was everlasting,
"a winner never quits and a quitter never wins."
My memories drift off,
to a great man and dad.
One who loved his,
family and country.
Where the beach would find him,
fishing the blue sea.
He was called friend,
because he was a friend to all.
Before my last braeth
Before I rest
God bless my soul
Have I past Your test
Blessing you
God blessings unto you
as well in Agape Love
He so favored you Dear One
You're ever welcome rest unto Him
3/26/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
Though it is time to say goodbye,
I will abide my heart and try
Not to collapse and maudlin cry,
For there is a burning need that I
Cannot sate which keeps me nigh.
During days you were my warming sun,
And during nights, my glowing moon
Who lit my soul till breaths were done;
Yet death the reaper took you from
My needy selfish side too soon.
You left behind our memories shared,
And countless times you showed you cared.
Yet, no matter how you thought we fare,
You stood with me with bosom bared
In life’s campaigns we shared and dared.
Though your soul has left me now,
I will leave a kiss upon your brow,
And say farewell, yet do avow,
To meet you once again somehow
Should an understanding God allow.
It was a cold winter day
when you slipped away
sorrow settled upon our soul
we did not want to let you go
your days were numbered
we did not want to count
we wanted days to never run out
with frozen tears upon the cheeks
your words memory found
"I am ready to go home"
but or us a time of dread
we thought of all the love you give
as only a mother can give
now you are a memory in our heart
you knew of the sorrow and pain
you gave us a letter and poem to read
your faith was so strong and we were weak
you knew we needed words for us to keep
to ease the pain and sorrow in our hearts
we love you mom and thank you for making us strong.