Love Lace Poems | Examples
These Love Lace poems are examples of Lace poems about Love. These are the best examples of Lace Love poems written by international poets.
Antique ceiling tiles were shaking loose
I had a birds eye view of what would
be normal in this type of barn
the science of love is in
ones willingness to be loved
in such willingness one
includes their needs wants and
reputation
not wanting to be involved due
to association to others
might be enough
to reduce the feelings
and dissolve a relationship..
In poreparation for love
might two fdefined goals and simularities
mature emotionally
develop self awarness and socail
awarness
assocation will people
who resect the coulpe
and respect each person as an indivdaul
it steeps into respect
don't be afraid to experiment
with different approaches.
finding new freinds may lead you into
loving and liking new genres
technequies and proper focusing
The dead dance in our midnight dreams
then kiss our soul at rising light of sun beams
The soft heart of yesterday still firmly beats
as we recollect their images on memory streets
Now we are the breathing book of the dead
since our choices are their chapters to be read
How do we acquire letters from ghostly streams
when their spiritual desk is but of secret steam?
They become invisible shawls upon on us as we
struggle with our sanity and witn utter lonely keys
Their flashing faces drift as haunting incense
we breathe in their afterlife essence of intense
The dead are flaming candles that flicker towns
though we cannot touch we see the glowing crowns
Is the Grim Reaper the black rainbow of promise
where the platinum pot reunites our true love solace?
May 3rd 2002
letters linger light
linking lightening languages
liquid listening
March 12th 2024
A veil of white lace
obscures my bride's face
as she
walks with girlish grace
in her practiced pace,
look-see;
soon, she’ll take her place
standing pure and chase
by me.
Stabilitatea Casatoriei
she lacked his interest in his concern
for himself
each word spoke were foreign to
the consideration of
there togetherness
the union of two
had not been seen by those
he wished would be happy
for him
Stabilitatea Casatoriei
lacks meddling
and outside involvement
were strangers were more
important than those
involved.
flowing like a calm river
to each side are shores
shores were each shall stand boated to meet
there they shall decide which shore they shall travel to
together might each wish the same from one another
she asked if her role as finace could be spoken as stranger
until she said I do.
and that since had to reask him to marry until she
spoke I do they were to
be spoken of as In vain.
Until than might I say you don't
care.
He agreed!
For you...and me, amen.
Crimson Lace…
designed…with Eternal Taste
does so splendidly adorn
Every soul…
surrendered and whole
no longer…cold and torn
Though once lost…midst ice...
in twirls of vice
we now extol …His Case
‘Neath drips of sacred tree, Love...
woven just for you and me
…Crimson Lace
ROMANS 5:8
HAPPY EASTER!
copyright;jmsbell/2019
The shadows fall like summer lace
Through palm trees fluttered in the sun
The soft caress of dawning breeze
Invites my senses to be spun
With every step in wonderland
The crystal blues of morning sky
Intend to lift my feet, as they
Await for me to learn to fly
As day begins a brand new page
On which to write another verse
My mind, as one with nature’s love
Takes off, creation to traverse
For what, with song of daybreak’s dove
Could keep a soul to tethered rein
When ecstasy of rainbow’s hue
Can heal the most defining pain
As shadows fall like summer lace
To bless my path in fauna’s art
I’m open to a whole new world
With thoughts of love to fill my heart
White Lace
Mother died today.
They called me.
I thought they did not have, my number.
They never called before, now.
Why bother to call now?
What can be said about sad things,
that have been talked about too much
by too many people for too long.
There are only hard feelings...
finally, let go by time
and the help of the Lord.
I pray that whatever happens,
my mother goes to heaven.
I don't want her to ever suffer, any pain.
I want her to know peace.
I know peace.
I am loved.
The Lord told me so.
He kept telling me, again and again,
until I could no longer deny
the truth of Him.
In that... moment... I found forgiving,
far more joyous than reliving the hells
of yesterday, forever.
Sleep mother.
Wake up another day, and say,
that you loved me, and are sorry.
Wake up and say, you love me still.
The lace on the curtain for the window,
has rotted through because of the bright... harsh sun.
However, the view of the outside,
that of the garden
has been enhanced
by its absence.
Bent fingers trace embroidered leaves
on satin and long lacy sleeves.
Blush roses, twenty-six she counts--
A French word she can't now pronounce.
She blows dust from old envelopes
tied with blue ribbons and her hopes.
The letters penned by her true mate.
Over his name, she... hesitates.
A trunk in attic soon became
her refuge from days all the same.
Photos dwelling midst her daydreams,
and keepsakes of sweet seventeen.
She thought he'd walk up Dusty Lane;
he might appear, along with rain
and wash away her endless tears;
bring summer nights and happy years.
A wedding date that came and passed;
memories cut like broken glass.
A heartache like the roaring wind,
returning nightly without end.
She lived alone among the ghosts
of dances, laughter, champagne toasts.
Altho eccentric, she was bright;
looked forward to impending night.
Aunt Agnes passed at ninety-three;
still wore her ring for all to see.
Memories left for wind to tend;
they have beginnings but no end.
the sunspots ensconced
behind howdy-do curtains
a cockcrow in lace
white watering can french blue
white sprouts of ivy deep green
unhackneyed eggs bright brown
the pale yellow sun flickers snow
and no one wears silk nightgowns
as knees fall, and wrinkles like weeds
are read on the backside of palms
that hurry the yolks and sizzle
the bacon, pour coffee into old cups
one for the geezer who grumps
but puckers up for his buttercup
Floral Lace
Black Floral lace
Graced upon the face
Of the widowed witch
A disguise of lost love
A relic of time lost
She’ll find another in a glance
With the utmost chance of circumstance
Subdue him with lust
And let him wear with rust
And claim all of his riches
And don’t give a cluck
At life’s end
She’ll grow old with tags
On clearance, at most
And her potion will repel every man known to land
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
11/17/19
SOFT SENUAL SOUNDS
ROMANTIC OVERTONES
SWEET SWEET MUSIC
ENLOVE WITH YOU
WE DANCE
WE DANCE
I LOVE TO DANCE
WITH YOU
ENLOVE WITH YOU
WE ROMANCE
WE ROMANCE
I LOVE BEING ROMANTIC WITH YOU
I GUESS OUR LOVE WAS MEANT TO BE
HOW ROMANTIC THE NOTION
CALMING STORMY SEAS
LOVERS WITH DEVOTION
LET ME TELL YOU A STORY
ONE WITH A ROMANTIC CONCLUSION
IT'S NO ILLUTION
SOMETHING THE TWO OF SEE WORTH DOING
HAVING A SWEET OLE TIME TOGETHER
TALKING ABOUT FOREVER
BUYING RINGS AND STUFF
I patiently wait for a clear night sky for to look upon the moon
She mesmerizes me totally with eyes wide open I swoon
As soon as I see her crescent above I gaze each night completely in love
And as she grows my heartstrings play for when she takes my breath away
She is the brightest light up high and when she’s at her plumpest
Oh such a glorious sight to espy her brilliant white light is the purest
Moonbeams shower me from above spreading Luna lace and moonbeam love
11th March 2019
Contest: Liquid Luna Lace
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Contest Wk 4 March 19
Sponsor Brian Strand
1st place
Ripples of liquid luna lace
caress the surface of the sea.
Night is blessing us with its grace -
ripples of liquid luna lace.
In moon’s soft glow, I touch the face
of my sweet love as tenderly
ripples of liquid luna lace
caress the surface of the sea.
March 10, 2019 for Chantelle Anne Cooke's Liquid Luna Lace Poetry Contest
Liquid Luna Lace---
Glows at night;
Moon shines so ever bright;
Glows of night;
Awesome circular body in the skies;
Heavenly guise;
Seen at night, shines so bright;
Lovely liquid lunar lace;
Shines brightly so your nightly face;
Lover's hug...holding hand looking into each others eyes;
Surprise!!!
Awaiting moons vision ah! The site of you;
Whether yellow, red, pink, or white;
Your view light sides ever so bright;
Perfectly round in your face;
My lovely liquid luna lace
3/4/19
Liquid Luna Lace Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:Chantelle Anne Cooke