Love Epic Poems | Examples
These Love Epic poems are examples of Epic poems about Love. These are the best examples of Epic Love poems written by international poets.
My sea aqua eyes, Your ataraxes,
tides that take You cool deep,
to where love be balm
upon heavy heaving breast...
I hold You when Night sparkles silent,
rose comb braiding Your hair,
You smile with satisfaction, calm sweet,
Unviolated by nightmares dark rude,
Your eyelashes ease soft,
My fingertips follow smooth beauty hue...
J.A.B.
When Your eyes become moonstones
on the shore of death,
I will kiss You with bloodtone breath...
As chaos becomes a catalyst
to mood electric blue,
embrace the voltage vibing true...
Tremble, O heart humble red,
a tremor arrives to blush,
skin warm from love's rush...
I AM Yours...every pulse a spiking of You...
J.A.B.
.
i love yuh
noah
who'duh thunk
mine
stuck
'tween
eve guy
and
better off live
I saw you crying
over burning flowers
and I thought,
this is why God loves the world,
To love without understanding,
to know the truth of suffering,
to want Forever in a heartbeat,
to stop for nothing
so to gain everything without mercy,
weeping for the birth of joy...
J.A.B.
A mother's love for fledgling
pride and honour to her depth's core
~ larger-than-life future about to unfold
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
If deeply calls a bard for epic muse,
like newborn lambs that crave their mother's milk;
if feet that lightly trip along with shoes
of Mercury whose message speeds, like silk,
with lightning's sudden flash and peals of thunder;
if fate told jokes, regaled with humor's laugh,
then life, Greek tragedy, with comic blunder,
mocks man's pride, hubris, ego, using his gaffes
(with bathos). But high drama's theatric peak's
for bards and Elizabethan playwrights
who, like seers, see with vision, craft unique,
wond'rous, and grandiose plots of lofty heights!
But to give up this dream that seems sublime,
I'd wish for, still, love, children, peace, and time.
O'Elohim
smells in the air
crisp, clean, beautiful
Mine Elohim
Our subconscious mind
crisp clean, beautiful
Our Father's Heart beating in us
crisp clean beautiful
Silently awakened birds
sing tweeting praise
crisp and clean O' so beautiful
Blessed are we who awakened this new day we are filled with His Our Father's grace, peace love Thank you Father for awakening
--- crisp, clean and beautiful ????
8/2/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
There are few heros in my life
Baba Kauro is top of the ladder
You are the Uncle turned father in the
African setting
You were the father I sought for and found solace
in
You inspired me in ways my dad never did
You believed in me when my dad had doubts
Your trust and encouragement were the fuel and energy that fired me up
It's been 33 years that you left, but your legacies and impact is still traceable
I wish you and your brother my dad were here to see your children, nieces and nephews
The motivation and inspiration has paid off.
I am eternally grateful to you both.
(Written on 30th October, 2023.)
5am, 5 gentle ear bites, 5 blinks
She needs to tell me what she thinks,
twilight tickles my waking heart,
She's anxious, in unannounced love,
She tells me she's afraid of love,
that she had a dreary dream
that she could only sing of love leaving,
of being a teary widow without warmth,
Her nails pressing into my still body,
a teardrop splashing onto my skin,
with my palm I push the pain back
from her wet, troubled cheek
and take hold of her firmly
with infinity in my eyes
firmness on my lips,
I tell her knowingly,
Your dream is not about love lost,
it's about love denied,
our love is alive, it's ours,
it will survive in our hands...
J.A.B. 2023
Have our Inner Children
outgrown our hustling hearts,
have they become quiet
rather than curious about love,
do you remember the first time
your Inner Child screamed
at the world justly,
can you recall the original giggle
that gifted happines's riddle,
I want your Inner Child
to climb the trees of my eyes,
to draw enigmatic pictures
about how my heart beats for you,
I want your Inner Child
to trust the tone of my voice,
to feel safe in the storm
as long as I'm there to care,
I want our Inner Children to remind us
why love listens to laughter
and why creativity plays
freely in their impulsivity,
I want you to teach
my Inner Child how to reach
into adulthood's padamonium
and reveal the secret of eternal joy...
J.A.B. 2023
Limerence lingered warmly
on his shadowed lips
from her kiss,
Her perfect kiss,
She enveloped his head
with a raining fire of bliss,
nothing was ever amiss
with their love lock,
She was his internal girl
cure for the impossible pure,
the Integrater of his trauma fever
and of his passion hammer,
flesh tones felt finer
whenever She moved to nurture
the torture of tomorrow,
She was alive in his sparking mind,
beyond the barbarity of reality,
She's the only love he can find...
J.A.B. 2023
She needed an answer that was amathyst,
an answer that peeled the Past
and frolics the Future
like a feather on your tender ear,
She dove into her duality
reckless and resolved
undaunted by denuded doubts,
found herself headlong
in a hurricane of heartache,
She also found wherewithal
in the whirlwind,
realized that honesty is the remedy
for a puzzled personality,
She awoke from the storm
youthful, beautiful,
in true form...
J.A.B. 2023
The under urge of your undressed drama
delays the days of reckoning damage,
seeking to seethe longer
in the silence of a shuttered subconscious,
then, without waste
a sublimity of humming humility
enters your electric ego,
through eardrums of lavander longing
Himmalayan horns engulf your heart,
the sound of ancient new sublimation
scintillates on the soul's skin,
regeneration from renegade repression
unwraps itself lusterous and loving
upon the warmth of your teething truth,
the truth that beckons
for the beauty of your erupting integrity...
J.A.B. 2023
Was Love wrong about you
when you laid your heart down upon
the steaming ice of shocked innocence,
soaking the violet chakra
of your inner child's consciousness
in the freezing puddles of premature pain
wishing there were a wild way
to punish God for the disgrace of ignorance
that hope and heartache hurry you into,
were the Angels wrong
about the alms of your amazing eyes,
are the roses of youth wrong
about the velvet of your plush pulses,
were teachers wrong about the arithmatic
of your inspired intellect
blooming slow amid the din
of devilish danger,
is your favorite song
a beautiful sabotage of suffering,
wrong about the joy
that your prodigous confidence promised,
maybe you were wrong about being wrong...
J.A.B. 2023
As sanskrit simmers
upon the splintered mind
of savaged souls
the evolution of emotion
eloquently enters the environ
of your vulnerable virtue,
entreating the crying heat of your heart
to hasten no more
towards the shadow of shame,
Her Shadow sang the sorrow
of a suppressed sweetness,
a love forbidden in the phobia
of the world's dervishing dystopia,
sanctuary was not in her heart,
it belonged in her heated nerves
the expressway of uncompromised courage,
Her Shadow knows how her skin sweats
when the Damned dismiss her love,
Shadow knows how her eyes sting
from anything mean to her sincerity,
her Shadow holds her tears
in hands of ivory,
fantasizes that rage is beauty...
J.A.B. 2023