Love Image Poems | Examples
These Love Image poems are examples of Image poems about Love. These are the best examples of Image Love poems written by international poets.
D: "I was never afraid of people. I usually go out with them because I love people and everybody else. I love all things around me who are kind to me. And whenever they swim, sing, dance or play I do the same thing with them. "
Cs: "We and you belong to different breeds although we are housed in one ventilated area. Most of us think you are a Stoic!"
D: "I am not a Stoic. I'm a duck...
Quack!"
My darling the weather’s in change
The seasonal whirlwind came close
Last night when we talked it went strange
Time stopped and we suddenly froze
It was more than a technical glitch
The wheel of time rolled on our faces
It rolled, and we didn’t reswitch
But helplessly watched from our places
My darling I strive to continue
Without a course, back and forth
I gave it all to be within you
You smile from the image of yours..
I adore your smile,
your wit, and your style;
You've shown me life can be fun.
Soulmates and best friends,
bonded till time ends;
Our souls have morphed into one.
And your aura gleams
as bright as sunbeams,
guiding my soul with its light.
You've taught me to laugh,
fought on my behalf,
and cuddle close every night.
Love flows from your heart;
it has from the start,
no one's as loving as you.
Your heart is unique,
mild-mannered, and meek,
with a compassionate view.
Two halves of a whole,
we share but one soul,
forever sealed with a kiss.
Cupid's aim was true
as His arrow flew,
guided by feelings of bliss.
If the rose could speak
would it orate of her own beauty
or having heard enough of ours
content then with just her flowers
for true beauty need only self be
as time no concern of eternity
Yet her fragrance intoxicating
as Narcissus at the Vintaging Pool
will true beauty never
transcend her own inherent rule
for beauty sake
be her own habitual fool
Within ancient keeps where stony shadows sleep,
And ivies tower their solemn watch maintain,
My heart, a fortress, guards a love so deep,
Against the mortal world’s unyielding rain;
No novel scheme, or lack of passing whim,
But built with stone that long ago was set,
Against the siege of doubts that make love dim,
A flail of thought, a whirling, wild regret;
Yet in this strength, a tender secret lives,
A banner flown for you, my lady fair,
For whom the castle's trapdoors relent, gives
Passage to sunlight, yonder fragrant air;
Thus, built for war, this fortress of my soul,
Behold your gaze, its peace, and thus made whole.
Upon the path of silence, soft and deep,
Where winter's breath bids ancient secrets keep,
A frozen veil on branches, stark and bare,
Reflects a heart, held captive by despair.
Each frosted bough, a lace of silver spun,
A whispered plea to a forgotten sun.
The winding trail, a promise, pale and thin,
To paths unknown, where solace might begin.
Mist veils the pines, like thoughts that softly stray,
In shadows where the light has lost its way.
And in this hush, a feminine lament,
For beauty lost, and time so swiftly spent.
The air itself, a hush, a gentle sigh,
Beneath the gaze of a leaden, watchful sky.
A frozen world, a mirror to the soul,
Where melancholic whispers take their toll.
How distant do you feel from our ideal life,
and how hard are you willing to go, to get there?
You’ve got to pull a big swing sometimes, to get there, you know?
You’ll flourish in the aftermath.
What I’m carrying is joy.
Notes for an American student in Paris..
Be less intense
tone it down
pullback.
Enough scrappiness, hustle,
and intensity on repeat.
Sure, honesty is sanity,
but give them a better version
some ‘church girl’ energy, maybe.
Win ‘em with winsome
Don’t welcome them, immediately, into your tense, inner world.
.
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Songs for this:
Oh Honey! (I Love You) by Peach Tree Rascals
Nothing Breaks Like a Heart (feat. Miley Cyrus) by Mark Ronson
Tear Off Your Own Head (It's A Doll Revolution) by The Bangles
She was too young to hear what she did.
She was too young to see the way you looked at yourself.
She was too young to feel how she did.
Too skinny.
I just need to gain weight to be beautiful.
I just need curves to be beautiful.
Too fat.
I just need to lose this belly and thighs to be beautiful.
I just need to lose this extra weight to be beautiful.
Not skinny enough.
Bones peeking through skin, but not beautiful enough.
Face sunken in, but still not thin enough.
Fingers fit around my wrists but not small enough.
It’s too small.
It’s not small enough.
It’s too big.
It’s not big enough.
Will there ever be a perfect number?
Will you ever love yourself?
Just you, not the number, or tag.
I am lost in a desert without love
and I'm hoping for a sign from above.
Oh, to be saved by a refreshing sup
of clear water from a cool loving cup,
but my chances look despairing and dire,
and soon Lord, I believe I will expire.
In front of me, I see an oasis,
but do my eyes deceive without basis?
Will its love be my long-lost salvation
or just my naive imagination?
Bearing child birth
Conceiving new life on Earth
Devoted and Timely
Nurturing the child
Making sacrifices above her own
Teaching and Upbringing
Embracing Wisdom and Understanding
Disciplining standards
Greater Love everlasting
On this Mother’s Day
The honor sending your way
A Mother’s work is never done
You are valued always among
Mother’s take your bow
You are a Mother with know how.
"She looks just like you!"
They say, and I beam!
But they're saying much more
than their saying seems…
For I'd never say to her
what I constantly say to me…
("You don't measure up,
you can't be enough!
You're ugly, you're stupid,
just keep your mouth shut!")
My mind in shock,
my heart so hurt,
To even think about speaking
so harshly to her.
So, a good lesson learned,
to see me in her eyes…
I will love myself more
and not criticize.
Alphabets gather as words unravel
the passing and returning of moans;
lines of phrases inflame the arteries
of beauty, angst, love interwoven
by imagination's pining.
Tingle of words… fragrance of vowels…
caress of verses enter the soul, as if to dive
into the very basin of layered expressions.
On a fresh scroll baring my bones
and rawest of mood,
I enter a daringly new dimension
with a theme that reels my senses
that ink and quill ravage fleshed pages
As poetry makes the eyes hungry.
McDugal, the Leprechaun is a gent
Mick's wife always says he was Heaven sent
He shows respect to women
In their praises he's swimmin'
They love hearin' his Irish brogue accent
You visited my dreams last night
to reassure me you're all right.
I felt your love enter my heart;
I have missed you so much, sweetheart.
We hugged, laughed, and talked for a while,
carefree; we kissed, and we shared a smile.
You frequently visit my dreams;
true love, defies Death, so it seems.
Verbal kisses sweethearts share,
oft sets passion's flame alight.
And, on whispered wisps of air,
fledgling dreams quickly take flight.
Sweet nothings, hearts declare;
intensify every mood.
And you tingle everywhere:
feeling feelings; love imbued.
Promises that sweethearts swear,
slowly fade away and die.
For love's gossamer wings tear,
attempting to fly too high.
Lies pretend, and feelings scare,
under love's magical spell.
For true love's so very rare,
that doubts are hard to dispel.
Broken hearts fuel despair,
confronting rejection's pain.
And admitting love wasn't there,
forces hope to try again.