Love Imagism Poems | Examples
These Love Imagism poems are examples of Imagism poems about Love. These are the best examples of Imagism Love poems written by international poets.
Like a time bomb ready to explode
What be a man except what is washed away
Like a wave beats the ocean sands
Change of time can change whole man
Soul in search of itself what does it see
Despair of a journey that makes his strength
Or the demise of life he finds his grave
It is of the heart beats our breath
Spiritual being like all species with purpose
What is beauty that love does not exist
What is a man if not themselves thrive to be
Is one not dead in their depths darkness appears
Battle of good vs evil which you choose
Lost in misty fog, what light be your inspiration
Belief to his existence finds trouble trails
But he gives not up his strive to breathe
Reaching in, ticking man; just a second of a gasp
Awakening, sea of stars filled with dreams
Light on the waters beneath moonlight beam
Heavens open door shinning light from within
Ti cerco, watching behind dark eyes sleeping
Jesus keep me near the cross my cries
I'm just a man whose time is ticking away
Red dawn spreads above the range of hillocks.
A soft breeze scatters the dandelion seeds around.
A soft zephyr, clean and furry, flows like a hymn,
I feel elated, happy to be far from the city’s dust.
The meadow hums, a mild cacophony of sounds.
Bees hover over wild flowers that grow profusely
Beneath the two rows of rough stone walls.
As the sun rays rise up, and petals glow in such a grace.
Larks fly copiously here and there, sometimes resting
On a dark mulberry tree, so full of black berries
A delight for the birds that love the sweet fruit.
A delight for me since I too love the sweet mulberries.
So I sit down on a smooth stone, back to the wall.
I close my eyes just happy to hear nature’s song
No other being will disturb my profound meditation.
All around the meadow, silence reigns in peace.
sitting with Jesus
shaded patio, summer warmth
He makes me giggle
She inhales the aurora,
breath laced with frozen with light speed
Pulsar fingers stretch through cirrus gauze,
her bodice bending like solar flares.
Astronaut
A quasar shudders behind her lips,
erupting across the event horizon.
Space folds—
she unspools like a nebula unraveling,
luminous in the underworld
aphrodisiac of your vanilla fragrance
Smell of scent, tiger rage inside
Touch of heart, loving depths of soul
The feel of your skin bare in the mist
Slick as the moisture runs, gleaming shine
I feel you in darkness, shiver of love's fire
Longing to be devour your eager thirst
Beneath the moon ray pushing through glass
Candle flickers like a spirit flows
The soul hungering for touch love cries
To feel passion of penetration is wetness
To feel like you deep inside someone skin
Wanting to be deeper, just crawl inside
Love's fire burning your groins ever desire
A taste of your juices my excite erotica
As if you can feel temperature rise
Hitting it harder, beads of sweat droplets converge
Upon our bodies pounding emotion to explosion
Your heart race breathless times passing
Inside, love for sex or partner we share
Doing the wild thing, it's a natural instinct
Only love's fire turn you on as good as me
Smile... you just got teased
I am the swan
with a broken wing —
Not knowing where
my old flock has gone.
I drift now amidst
embracing lilies, who
Have long and dearly kept
my pleas for close company…
Thus, whenever hunters near,
The lilies ask along with me,
If
Angels still come
To wipe away
Tears of tragedy?
(c) sally eslinger 2/2025
This empty pack of cigarettes
Reminds me of the time we met
We were vibrant and young
We watched the world as we spun
Around
Dancing among all these questions
The heavy glow was making fun
Mocking the future of what was to come
The sun is setting on a love once lost
Anew day is approaching
But at what cost?
Five foot even and burned at the ends
It is goodbye
It is time to mend
These broken promises never kept
You were the blade that clipped
My wings
It is over
We are infectd
And you're addicted
The attention you always craved
Comes with a price
These scars on my lungs
Are my screams as I clung
Onto you
What's the price we pay for perfecton
For affliction
So cover me in ink
And bury me, just bury me
This broken glass is a broken memory
Of the house we used to share
I'll burn it to the ground
As I smoke my last cigarette
It reminds me of the time we met
Drum beats
Sunrises
Dancing dusky clouds
In tune with blues
In leafy garden
To the hills of yearning
Never ending song
Sounds undying
Flowing rivers
Flying doves
Flowery forest
Primordial Eden
Your smile
Your eyes
Your silhouette
‘Till dawn
Covers the night
Moonlight
Crystal Sea
Reflections
Your beauty
From deep within
Your honesty
And simplicity
My heart’s felicity
Till I dream of you
Without fantasy
This heartstring
Melody
Harmony
Play intimately
Self devourer
Bitter feelings
Ranging
From past or present incidents
Making you intense or dangerous.
Anger is danger
Always leaving you bitter
Your actions
Determines the end result
Either it better you or it bitter you
For every action, there's a ripple effect.
Anger
It disrupt your health
It disrupt your sense of reasoning
Furiously avenging
Without discernment
Leads to regression
Causing emotional distress
Control your anger, so you don't disrupt yourself.
Adorned and Adored
Let us adorn
our daughters with pearls!
Gifting
One pearl — so very dearly
ocean-made, fresh…
To dress each earlobe
With a radiant luster,
Emphasizing the spirited
Life-light
In her glinting,
mesmerizing eyes…
Then, gather your heart
To proudly place a string
Of one or some pearls
Around your daughter’s
so-familiar neck
To lay — more precious
and worthy than diamonds —
Just below her delighting smile.
When I gasp for the last of breath
And take tentative steps to death,
Way-lost, unsure wither to go,
Baffled, fallen short of your faith,
You will then miss me.
And when sweet breeze begins to sing
A well-metered sonnet on spring,
Floral fragrance shall when unfold,
When you recall my short inning,
You will then miss me.
Recalling our paper-made boat
Set in street’s rain-rivers afloat,
And you feel sad of your bad mood,
Your boat did when no farther float,
You will then miss me.
Over poets far better known,
Fearing, people would t’me get drawn,
And all else appreciating why,
When you recall why you’d bemoaned,
You will then miss me.
When the melted frost memories
Of mine would still waft as fresh breeze,
And feeling that long suppressed pain,
Contrite, you try, straighten old crease,
You will then miss me.
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Musing |07.11.2024| love, remember
“Whatsoever that be within us that feels, thinks, desires, and animates, is something celestial, divine, and, consequently, imperishable.” Quote by Aristotle
The aurora borealis glowed above us,
Beckoning us to the stars,
where meteoroids and asteroids challenge,
microgravity becomes our new reality.
stardust speckles our skin,
creating an ethereal glow.
I’m lost in your soul's windows,
diving into your solar plexus,
drowning in the Milky Way's whirlpool.
Our bodies sweat, cosmic confetti bursts,
celestial hallucinations haunt my mind,
my engine is ready to combust,
asteroid ashes and space dust swirl.
As our lifetime dissipates,
I stitch my lifelines to your skin,
in shimmering ink,
we await the encore of rebirth,
new bodies formed from cracked constellations,
descending from heaven's opalescent gate.
“Some stars are frozen within the shades of shifting seasons, yet the grief of love, etched in acrylic gold, whirls through the sunlight, dressed in grim mists, echoing endless memories of a timeless romance” Quote By Poet
I feel the frozen sigh of an aching sunset,
as the warm mustard dews of moving mists~
softly stroke the sapphire fringes of
silent seas, singing somber songs
into the rain-kissed skyline,
heavy with onyx tears of angst,
like a withering black rose,
mourning within a mahogany casket,
locked away with sorrowful memories,
embalmed in hues of hurling hailstorms.
Perhaps somewhere between splitting gusts
and gales of grief, sullen sunflowers remain trapped,
as souvenirs dusted with greying greens of a broken September.
For every autumn holds a narrative,
lost between the dusky views of drizzling leaves,
and I will forever bloom from an opaque mirage,
listening to the fading forests~
whisper woeful odes to the wistful wind.
“Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.”
Quote by - Vincent Van Gogh
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Well aware of art, seeing star-lit, deep-blue sky
High above the ripples of Rhine
A delicate one chose a brush to bring it down
to a canvas, working with hues
painting stars and man-made yellow jets of city lights
descending to green reflected blaze, reflecting
not stars, but brutal city-lights
Two human figurines stroll love in the foreground
Gogh's sensitive symmetry gave
half the canvas to earth, other half to the sky
Deceptive tastes of fickle world
Failed artistic symmetry, Failed gentle artist
Stealing sky above Gogh's fixed gaze
Mortals took too long a time to appreciate
Starry Night Over the Rhône
Tired Gogh's 37 year old hands
Wilfully shot his sympathetic genial heart
Hands that never quivered even
While painting water, shivered at uncertainty
Rushed to find peace below brown earth
Quote:"if the people we love are taken from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. buildings burn, people die, but real love is
forever"--Crow
You left, but the air still carries your scent,
like whispers from a world half-forgotten.
I imagine your hand reaching for mine,
not in dreams, but in the quiet moments
when the sun sets without a sound.
The chair where you once sat is filled,
not by absence, but by your presence
lingering, like unfinished words.
I hear your laughter in the rustling leaves,
a phantom sound that fades when I try to listen.
Your love for music filled the air with melody,
Not just for you, but neighbors found their place.
Now silence wraps the space you once adorned,
Only your songs echo, in stillness reverberates.
Time doesn't heal, it just stretches,
like a thread pulled too thin,
ready to snap but never breaking.
I picture you in places we've never been,
walking streets, we've never known,
and somehow, I’m there beside you.