Love Etheree Poems

Love 
is you,
rare special
being, my sweet 
enchanting soul—you
complete my universe, 
because you live, i live, by 
inhaling your existence in
the depths of your marrow, loving...

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Soul
Breaking 
Lies whispered,
Seeking escape,
Soaked in caged deceit;
Mimes mocking withering 
Posies, left parched and sundered—
Suspended beneath obscured dusks,
Dripping amidst blinding aftermaths,
Idly shadowed by lewd scars of...

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 Bliss,
wishful,
a   banter -
wanting  for  love.
One  of  his  eyes  shut.
Winks     with  ...

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Risk
Falling
Into him,
Mysterious
Insight embracing
Feelings, exciting hearts
Flames in bold scarlet, rising
Like the morning startling the night
Freeing the soul from its darkness, love
Erasing all worries, the tears destroyed
By...

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Oh
Kiss me 
My Darling
Let me taste your
Warm nectar my love 
There is nothing like it
I need my fill each second 
Baby, please do not make...

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I
admit
everything
even before 
a word is uttered
forever fall on sword
as if guilt lives within me
I close my eyes & contemplate
what life would be like if I...

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Love
resolves
all conflicts,
whereas ego 
only fans the fire
of hate, anger and lust,
being self-serving, narrow 
and unjust, leading to discord,
separation and heart contraction,
so it’s up to us...

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His 
love to
me is dead.
I scoff at it,
for it was nothing.
Had it any value,
I might place it as if it 
were a trinket inside my...

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News
these days,
scars our soul;
children are sold
by their own parents:
promises made, betrayed.
Life’s likened to a dark dream,
conjured by man’s demonic heart
but we find no solace in...

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Fall
captured
my blithe heart
Such parting songs
on pretty pathways,
with colors in my eyes
Crisp days of cool circumstance
and fires at flickering evening
Final flowers stain the grass with hues
Filled...

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LAST JULY

Last
July
I saw her
For the first time
And last September
We married in St. Mark’s
This January she met
A boy she used to know at school
And so my...

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A
pale stream
that feeds on
twisted pallor—
sworn, it never sinks;
as tears fall for colored
morn—thus done by the Maker
Artist— to mar lack. I dreamt in
scars; before fiery dawn...

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Kiss,
our first,
in July.
Holding your hand,
as your lips brushed mine.
Loud fireworks exploding,
as my lips kiss yours again.
A crowd's gathered watching the show.
We escape and hide behind...

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Hot,
cooking
days and nights.
Parades in town,
dancing horses ~ clowns.
Sky lights up everywhere,
pretty colors fill the air.
Animals do not like the noise,
the loud noise hurts their sensitive...

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