Long Inamorata Poems

World's Longest Love Poem (second edition)


Title: My love my all

Edited by Izunna Okafor


Editor's Note:

Out of their ardency, eighteen poets and poetry lovers identified with the need to give the 2020 Valentine celebration a poetic taste...

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I cannot stress enough how much this stress is stressing me out 
Stresssssssssssss
Extra stress on the last S
Because it just became unbearable
Bearing depression and anxiety in his arms, shirt tucked and hair combed to the...

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I cannot stress enough how much this stress is stressing me out 
Stresssssssssssss
Extra stress on the last S
Because it just became unbearable
Bearing depression and anxiety in his arms, shirt tucked and hair combed to the...

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Who Beside This Atheist Doth "say" Thar Haint No Angels?

Two fatal head on
     deadly automobile accidents
     in quick succession at 
     Zieglerville, Pennsylvania...

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At eventide,
Under the roseate glow
Of the receding evening sun
I sauntered down the road
To where my beloved dwell
Not far-off from my own abode

Fast by his threshold 
A low moan issued from his room
I made open the...

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Of an august-like, autumn day:

I kept on walking
Bespoke in dust-coated
Check jacket,
Check pants,
Polo-neck jersey ...
I rambled destinationless:
A la les sapeur - 
The gods,
The directors,
Were focusing on me - 
Me the starring only
As

I kept on walking
In all...

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Man of melancholy - memories ashen and shadow gray,
heart harrowed, solicits solace from her psychic energy.
An offering, his woebegone weeping wildflower bouquet,
teardrops titian, sorrow scintillant, reflects rueful reverie.

Heart harrowed solicits solace from her psychic energy,
free...

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Everything said, everything thought and done
is stored in the subconsciousness of a memorable tune; 
a whole life was spent in search of gratification,
of that sweetheart to convert this restless dreamer
to love, to show his amorous...

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what makes the heart feel for something it can't touch?
his tears caused contractions for his heart to pulse
floundered, looking for loves heartache to clutch
whimsical solace of her essence startles his impulse 

 shouldering the bane...

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My fantasy was spawned from her
Her eyes have drawn me to the Vermillion light
Witnessing the gaze of a glistened perfection
Midst the whirl of Gemini
Bedazzled whirl of Mercury's kindred spirit
Enthralled by the ascending clarity
She douses me...

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Be My Inamorata

To talk of my righteousness,
Will not path my vivacious affection to you,
but will show my noble amicableness
and that might somehow pierce through your empathy.

Trying to haul your melodic voice that haunts
and meander inside...

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My Dearest Carlotta,
my beloved inamorata,
you must be back in Austria,
far away from this dilemma.

I was an Austrian prince.
I let Napoleon convince
myself of greatness. 
As an emperor and empress,
we would make great progress.
When you took my...

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My heart is empty... empty my worlds are...!!
My breaths are incomplete... incomplete my presence is...!!
My heart is looking ... Looking for you every time...!!
My heart is wanting ... Wanting you to be here every time...!!
My...

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All right, I admit it.
It's hopeless, and I have no shame.
Fact is that I may say what ever I wish,
listen back without a reddened countenance,
shed all compunction, even modesty
if my accoutrement begins to interfere.

Yes, I...

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Images keep flipping through
Of my blissful inamorata
Though in absolute darkness i am placed
I refuse to show any cynicism

Perplexed i am at the servitude
On with my toga of trust
I bring forth my gauntlet

To relief myself of...

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You who in autumn followed here a spring
From your deserted lands and did find me
Wanderer lost on my lean path; are you?
Or was destiny’s die cast too soon?

Are you to curse, or from curses to...

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Twenty cigarette ashes in the ivory ashtray
Symbol of the impatience burned as smoke
The inamorata sits in the pink chaise lounge
Waiting for inamorato arriving to love nest

Photos found under the bed tied off an arguing
Another affair...

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With her motherly self
At peace with herself
A flawless expression
Of Mother nature’s rendition

A brimming supernova
She’s still my inamorata
Through to her third trimester 
Glowing with carefree laughter

She’s beauty and grace
A delicate, but uncertain face
Yes, she accepts her...

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Companion?
not yet

Girlfriend?
no 
(nondescript and tired)

Sweetheart?
the heart is deeper than that
it’s not coated in Honey
the word doesn’t do you justice 

Beloved?
ah to be loved
a misconstrued formation -yes
the creation of words is vital

Darling
hold me in your grasp
in...

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My heart for you overflows into a waterfall of turbulence
As lady Victoria falls a thousand feet of jubilance
The spark lingers on long after you disappear
My eyes learning to see only when you reappear

Inamorata, you are...

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He had a Galatea named Deidre.
His plastic inamorata.

Considering his advanced age
she was also his Lolita.

Deidre and he would climax together.
while he played his essential part.
For a while he sparked and enkindled.

Canoodling in domestic bliss,
he would...

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As you opened 
this heart 
within its envelope 
sings out one note 
blowing gently 
in caressing winds 
a warm summer breeze 
petal emotions 
misting the eyes 
touching tender feelings 

Opening waves 
unfurling pearls 
salted water...

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