Long love Poems
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Is there anything you like about me now
Must I work to make it so?
Can't do that so much, I know.
Is there anything you like about me now?
Time passed, my unconscious dispositions abound,
True self to bear.
Blinded by what familiarity breeds
You know me only to well you see.
I see contempt, you see me.
Remember,
The days when love was pure,
Just fun and jubilantly physical?
Where exactly did it go?
Lost, yes. Forgotten, no!
Etched away as sand on a shore,
Love drifted O're.
Translucent, hardly distinguishable.
What ever happened to love?
Trying is so so hard.
Is there anything you like about me now?
These days I just don't know.
Im still here.
Hello! Hello!
"Mine all Mine!"
A thief I long to be
Your eyes original like the moon and sea
A lover in the world............
An Anthology, you walk and talk like the word "AMOR."
The words you send, I nicely tuck under my pillow
Every note every line you left behind
I memorized till they became all mine
Word-for-word,
Unauthorized I scrape the concrete calluses off the tongue
Pirating the perfect dramatic monolog look,
Basking through the passage around your Bio,
Lost in the musky scent -around the sonnet of your aura light
Epic enough, I reach inside to feel every idyllic rhyme
A strong iambic meter curse, conjuring up the perfect verse
In you I lift a copy paste from your lips,
No need to credit the sources in your bliss
The sweetest undamaged sensual memorandum book
A moment I stole and sealed without copyright proof
My dearest Poet,
When you move across the room
I see a thousand arrows that follow from behind,
Indulged when you speak and point out a verse per verse
I am a victim pampered by your words,
Sponging every line, adding them to my crib notes
Improved wordplay that infringed my everyday diary
A haiku so tangible, it sets the perfect images in my dream,
Hypnotize after I read your first love poem
A printed feeling--
Borrowed from the sun
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I speak of love and heart felt pain cruel life
To wed the love of true hearts lust a dream
Yet life will play a trick and take my wife
The pain is more than i can take i scream
The clock face ticks and tocks her heart beat halts
Faith says we meet again pray that gods words real
and her loves arms out stretched that one final waltz
her last word spoke a vow said with true zeal
But wait is god and zion real, death will tell
And man will hope and pray no prank god played
the man so cruel like some old rune spell
To Kneel in front the holy cross in gods shade
this realm that rules mans life best hope of glee
your pact with god your heart and soul set free
comp entry 26/10
When God laid out the plan for humanity,
A blueprint of love was interwoven in the tapestry.
Threaded layers went beyond any cotton, silk, or wool,
As a final finished garment, covered mankind in full.
Throughout this design, men and women were the key.
Not always in perfect unison, when they would disagree.
Yet as companions, they fought the darkness, unto the light,
As equal partners, no matter gender, to survive the fight.
This plan, though seemingly simple, was far more complex,
When power sought its hierarchy, and segregate sex.
It is here the battle continues, where the greed must be denied,
And the heavenly architecture created, may be fully applied.
While there exists more hope and faith, than utter disbelief,
That's driven by love and equity, in the relief.
It shows regardless of the differences, among the family of man,
The foundation is firmly rooted, in this master plan.
Gate or Gates 7-1-25 Based on Rodin’s Gates of Hell. It struck me that Rodin’s gates are closed which made me think of a pastor who said he would want to set up a mission at the gates of hell, that maybe, there might be one last chance of forgiveness. Agree or disagree, theologically correct or not, this poem is just my musings based on this perception by Rodin – the acceptance or rejection of grace - forgiveness.
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Gates of Hell
Mercy stands outside
The GHOSTLY gates of hell
Spreading amazing wings
Benevolence
In GOSSAMER compassion
GRIEF-STRICKEN
At the sight of unquenchable fires
For souls born from the pure fire of love
GROANING with tender clemency
Offering the finality of forgiveness,
Amnesty born from an empty GRAVE
In a garden,
An empty cross on a bloodstained hill,
Armors built in plates of arrogance
Scream,
Dissolve,
In the acid of this reality
Grace, never GODFORSAKEN,
Offers a chalice of ruth
For the ruthless,
A breath of pardon
At the execution of a soul –
Pilgrim thinker
Sits outside the gates of hell –
Building a mission on closed gates.
Joy a playful toy
Over the hills played by a boy
Yellow ball was his decoy
Hope can you cope Over the long jump rope People many say nope
Everyone will slid down the slope
Kindness kids need to express In life without stress
No one needs to be pressed Day and night they need to be blessed
Never make a mess Each kid needs love and must not guess Say nice things~wear a halo headdress Sorry if this did not impress
Date Written: 1/24/2022
Note: A Rhyme Acrostic Write.
1 Place
Joy, Hope and kindness Contest Judged: 2/20/2022
Sponsored by: Angela Tune
When the World Turns
When the sun returns from behind the cloud,
I’ll do everything I can to make you feel proud.
When the storm has passed beyond the sea,
I’ll do all I can to help you feel free.
When the birds sing again before the dawn,
I’ll be there to keep your soul warm.
When the light shines through the ancient trees,
I’ll be there to inspire what you see.
When the sunset breaks upon the horizon
I’ll be there to keep the lights on.
When the ship has sailed away from the shore,
I’ll be the comfort that you’ve never had before.
When starlight pales beyond the night sky,
I’ll be there to answer whenever you ask “why?”
When the moon shines through on a winters night,
I’ll be there to help you figure out whats right.
When the stardust falls throough time and space
I’ll be your refuge and hold your courage in its place
When the world turns for the very last time
I’ll be your darling and you’ll be mine.
IDYLLIC ®
THE HEART IS PRUNED
THE HEART IS THE ART
THE MIND IS THE PEN
THE MIND IS MINE
THE MIND OF A READY WRITER
THE HANDS ARE SKILLED
SKILLS ARE HANDY
EVEN WHEN HE CAN'T VOCALIZE
WHAT HE GROPES TO VISUALIZE
THE THOUGHT EXECUTE PREMEDITATEDLY
THE EXECUTION OF CREATIVENESS
IF HEADS WERE REPLACEABLE
MIND IF I WEAR THIS SAME
WITH ALL THE INTRINSIC ARTISTRIES?
UNASSAILABLE AS THE WEST WIND
ILLUMINATING AND INTENSE AS THE SUN
CHILLY AS THE MOON
THE WINTER'S DROP COLD FURY
SERENE LIKE THE PHLEGMATIC MIND
ERUDITY OF A THESPIAN
THE ECSTASY OF A DEXTEROUS
BUT THE MIND IS MINE
THE MIND WON'T WAIT ON YOU
UNTIL HE BRINGS BACK MY MUSE.
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Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
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“taste” …
she whispered
making sure the “s” lingered on her
tongue like syrup …
I needed no instruction,
but her plea was proper music, nonetheless
prelude to pleasurable murmurings from
both our gullets,
though I put the vibrations of my low,
rumbling moan to good use
(as any obsequious scoundrel should)
her squeaky sigh wrapping
my core like a vine,
saturating my extremities …
another whisper - “tell me … pleeease”
I knew exactly what
and she knew I couldn’t speak,
my mouth being otherwise engaged,
so I sounded the syllables
letting them rumble slowly … again
and that …
brought the bloom -
both her hands weaving their way
through my hair
pulling me tightly to her
holding …
crying out -
the sounds of bliss that I lived to hear
the sultry song that slayed me …
and I?
an enormous smile on my face that
she couldn’t see, of course
but I think, perhaps,
she could tell …
all the same.
There is so much deception
Diluted reflections,
Alluding to perfection
But denying the resurrection,
Changing what was formed during conception,
While claiming they are an exception.
It’s only a matter of time,
Before the righteous shine
For these trials are benign
In the grand span of time.
All these tests,
Bring forth the best,
And separate us from the rest.
Some think they are so blessed
But they are goats, I must confess
They are breaches in this mess.
Selling daughters
To the Order
Draping sin
In fine linen
Making love… a financial gain
While your sons go insane
Drinking blood sacrificed to demons
Making wealth off a man’s seaman.
Idolatry clothed in the "common good"
Many have forsaken what God said they would.
Perfecting holy words to fit a style
Don’t you know God says its vial?
Fear of man rather than the one
Who can cast you to hell and heal your son.
The infinite power, love and grace
Has suddenly been altered and replaced
By doctrines of devils and smooth operators
There is only one God and the rest are all haters.
But many go along with the times,
As if time won’t stop and require a fine.
We all have a date with an eternal fate,
We all have a dance with an eternal romance.
The question is what kind of dance will you eventually partake
Will it be pearly white gates or a fire filled lake?
By: Sabina Nicole