Love Free Verse Poems | Examples
These Love Free Verse poems are examples of Free Verse poems about Love. These are the best examples of Free Verse Love poems written by international poets.
Never mind my suffering
Oh, my love
Never more
I visited your city, your life
But never mind
Look, just watch, your creature
Broken life, destroyed heart
But never mind
From now a killer kind
Oh, my only love!
But never mind
Do not worry about my life!
Never fear this bad style
Do not feel, do not eat!
I just loved
You
Forget it, keep it in mind
Oh
Never mind
Never mind!
Love you
Never mind
Goodbye
But
Never mind
Pain creeped in with the early hours of the morning,
I was doubled over in pain.
As I was screaming,
my dad was wrapping me in a blanket.
Off to the hospital he sped,
then carrying me through the big doors.
My appendix was about to burst open,
emergency surgery was for me.
a wondrous,enthusiatic gemmed candlelight is a sublime,
melodious bloom.
Today it's been 16 months
16 months since I have seen your face
16 months since I felt your embrace
16 months since I heard your laugh
16 months since I knew you were in the world
even when I didn't see or hear from you
It's also been 16 months since I have seen
the pain in your eyes
FELT the pain of you words, go straight to my heart
Seen the effects of your illness on your whole being
Seen that you were a shadow of who you were before
mental illness took over your life
I MISS all of you, but I am not sorry you found peace
and I am trying to make you proud by screaming hard
and loud that Mental Health is crucial and our resources
are inadequate.
I love you, my son and I miss you!
eerie emptiness
we float away
our vision distant
longing extinguished
from the world detached
ties disconnected
yet peace suffused
in this void-centric view
cloaked in aloneness
strangely intimate
then we are reeled in
to bliss drenched form
vibrant and aglow
in the borrowed light
loaned by presence
as gift of grace
which we imbibe
to rekindle dying ember
that refractions of love
radiate across space
as a tribute
to our creator
without further inquiring
about God’s divine plan
since our identity
as something separate
from the all that is
has been erased
in place of which we are
fullness in emptiness
emulsified in this urn
wherefrom emanates
the elixir of bliss
commingled with light
banishing darkness
My aunt Pat sewed one for me
She loved my aunt Louise
Neither of them were aunts to me
The frog full of corn still dangles
over a trophy for a marathon of mine
I didn’t win or remember,
but I hope she is remembered more
than what she left me
when I was too young
to see that frogs
and being
are more than uncooked corn
This heart keeps beating
even when I tell it to stop
You deserve more than corn
I cannot count your kernels
to match your character
but I will try for longevity here
while lines match
the strenuous longevity
of my limited kernels;
vocabulary
"As the leaf of life sleeps upon my lips,"
I will see the "foliage of farewell."
"When the soul-stars dream and die,"
I see red leaves covering the fall trees.
"O fall, let this lore of love be the last,"
for I now see "I am the Eyes of Time."
The green leaves must change colors for the fall,
but "neither dusk nor dawn can delude me."
I have six senses that I worship with
I feel spring’s sunshine
and relish rain on my skin
I hear spring singing
in the thrush’s throat
The scent of lilacs l i n g e r
In sweet summer
Fall floods me
with old memories
I view vibrant skies
and winter’s wonder
From God’s glory shown,
I know lasting love
Moon, well rounded,
far more approachable
directly than the sun,
a severe Father – melting
with grading glare.
But your gentle
mother nature, willing to
overlook, hide and protect, to love
in shadows as well as light –
Able to ponder and choose
my best stars for safe distance,
having found less glitter often
more appealing, more revealing
than any impatient Truth.
A DEDICATION TO MY GODSON CARLETON
What can I say, when I received news that you
had gone to be with our Lord.
I called you, but you didn’t respond.
I asked our Lord many times to make a change
in your life, but I didn’t expect this.
My only hope was that I was a good influence
in your life, and that you felt you could depend on me.
I hate to see you go this way, but it seems
to have been the only
choice, if you can call it a choice.
I will miss you terribly.
So long, my dear Carleton.
I will always love you.
Look within your heart and,
You will realize the beauty,
You have always had.
Listen to your heart and soul,
Because that will tell you,
Every thing you need to know.
Ignore the background noise,
People who don't understand,
Will just say things, that don't matter.
With one look I feel you,
Are the heart in my soul.
Your eyes show me everything,
That your heart is not saying.
My heart only beats for you.
I reach for your hands,
Saying, Please don't go,
When I see the tears in your eyes,
As you take me in your arms,
Saying only one word, Home.
Amy cat passed
six days ago today…
FATE took her away
after eleven purrfect years
We offer this tribute with gratitude
for the gray tabby ninja with cattitude —
finis vitae sed non amoris
Oh patriot, oh patriot!
Indeed, their voices we
admire – anthem of those
selfless who God and country
did aspire! Gave their all.
Oh husband, oh Father
went into fire, returned
not~ from battle’s lethal
muck and mire. God
above, having all thy
supposed power, let us
remember them not just
with prayer and flower,
but by a greater humanity,
blessed rule of Christ's manifest
loving presence ever with us.
Dear Host of heavenly
bower, oh God, our Lord
rescue this earth, teach us
to forgive and treasure, such
gift of life, each soul of Your
Own Sacred Body Measure.
I think the language of dating tends to be intentionally overeducated, because modern romance often requires forensic attention to fragments: eye movements, direct response or response delay and strategic silence.
The term ‘boyfriend’ is a deliberate allocation of trust.
Though we kiss for control with charming nonchalance,
it’s gritty and everyday, not decorative companionship.
He’s seen my worst screenshots
On another note..
I love staying up late at morning
I have vampire tendencies
that’s my frequency
Should I start to turn in earlier
or wait for school to begin
I’m that kind of worrier
that’s the way my world spins
.
.
A song for this:
Deny by La Sécurité
May the rising sun warm your path,
And the whispering leaves sing wisdom to your mind.
May the waters flow clear with peace,
And the oak stand steadfast beside you.
May Awen inspire your heart,
As flowers unfold gracefully and joyfully.
Let the morning greet you with renewal and strength.
May your journey forever be guided by gentle light
And purpose!