Long Love poems Poems
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My dearest love if you’re reading this then the bells have tolled the angels have sung,
it must be over but know that I loved you like Icarus had loved the sun…burning and bright,
we knew how it would end with flames to wing blinded by light,
I was so In love I didn’t care that your touches burned my skin,
so in love it never hurt..my passion burned more within.
Delighted that our love lasted even if for a while,
even as I fell engulfed by your flames on my face was a smile, for no other has known a love so passionate they loved until it burned… eventually killed , no other has know a love so passionate their soul was fulfilled.
To read old poems now scattered debris
Drifting through time on its slow-turning wheel
Written secrets emblaze spokes that turn free
To leave deeper tracks the mind can't conceal
The road is traveled with its selfish means
The journey is spent with a looking glass
Pain will befall emotional extremes
To be a withering lonely morass
How many love poems were never found?
This search to fill emptiness from love's worth
The staging, the set, the music, the sound
Loneliness will attempt to value its birth
These echos from time, from each lover's frown
Time fades and rips away poems thrown down
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I don’t want to give you roses
Or words as sweet as chocolates
Shiny diamonds or love poems
I want to carve out my heart and serve it to you raw
Show you who I am and tell you the truth:
You hurt me like a knife to my chest
And some of the words you say bring tears to my eyes
But most of the words you say make my stomach ache with laughter.
I don’t love you
At least not in the way they tell me to
With sugar dusted words and fake smiles
I love you because of the person you are and how you make me feel
I hate you because you stop the words leaving my mouth and you make me feel weak
I love you even when its dull and worn
Because those are the signs of love.
I am trying to find, what to write,
When I don’t fight with my lover,
I write sweet little love poems,
Which She never likes it, she never reads it.
The dilemma grows in my mind,
My thoughts are getting bottled up,
It needs venting, it needs a release,
No need to fight it, I must write it in words.
When I am choking with pain in lonely nights,
I am struggling to be with my lover,
I am not going to fight to hide my emotions,
I am going to write a heartbreaking song.
There must be many turmoils in life,
Simmering inside my heart for long,
No need to fight, but write the feelings in words,
Someone will read it; my heart will find some peace.
May be this effort will release all my secrets,
But the struggle to speak the truth rises in me,
If I can write a sonnet, it will be a great relief,
I assure myself please, do not fight it, write it, no one will read your sonnet.
Long ago I stopped dreaming,
I didn't know about flowers ,
And all the butterfly it brings,
For in the ocean where I belong there is none,
But a prince told me about them,
Gave me butterflies even without flowers,
showed me a part of his world,
A part of it, where I want to be,
I want to be with he who makes me dream,
He who lit the light from the depth
He who makes me fall in love with me,
He who isn't like anybody else,
But I can't be,
Even if I pray, I can't be,
For a beautiful prince like him shouldn't be in the ocean,
He should roam free in the land where he belongs,
I miss you most at Christmas time
and it's hard to know why, other than this:
with each December I feel the loss of you so keenly.
December when we first kissed,
December when we'd discuss all future Decembers together.
And fantasise of curling together on some remote sofa, vaguely aware of the tree and the twinkle of another Christmas. And brothers and board games and brisk beach walks, having long forgotten the circumstances which led us there together.
Accepted and affectionate and, oh, beautifully orchestrated.
Carols in quaint churches, and more Spanish love poems, love like topaz and love like carnations.
But the shadows were always there, they grow deeper all the time. Each fantasy, each gnawing reminiscence crumbles yearly; the Yule log burnt to ashes.
I miss you most at Christmas time,
and it's hard to know why,
other than all this.
If this was my last participation in the contest
I would use my last ink to say how much
I love expressing my thoughts..
"I paste my words as it is from heart and mind for the readers to taste.
My pen being the ladle,I saute deep words as ingredients,seasoning the presentation,
publish poems as delicious dishes that emits an impeccable aroma of feelings".
But why is it last?
I am still a fresher..
Just entered Poetry soup three months ago.
I have gained friendship of few astonishing members from this family.
I aspire to learn lots from these inspiring poets and poetess..
I would frankly say ,
Although each of us are busy in personal and professional schedule's ..
Amidst that we login and pour out our hearts..
We freely float alike a balloon in the air.
Never expecting a comment i keep writing..
But if found any reviews or appreciations it gives
such joy and boosts my happy hormones.
Getting placed in a contest and analysed by
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receiving an eminent reward.
I would love conveying my heartfelt thanks to this
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19-7-2020
Second place in the contest.
Note:"If this was my last poetry contest poem"
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The poem I never wrote is so majestic
So supreme so dope not rhyme infested
Winged white words are simple yet complex
Causing maroon mind dimple hazel happiness
This poem is bold and I am not
A poem that grows in ones heart
Like a yellow hope amethyst art
Blessed by Holy Ghost so help me God
The poem I never wrote is a celebration
of poets I know like The Situation
Who I watch from black back seat cream creativity
Who my mind follows but in spirit we ALL lead
The poem I never wrote was contest worthy
An orange antidote to bad ideas absurdly
It would fit the form and inspire the world to dream
Promote peace love harmony humanity
The poem I never wrote would never end
It would slowly roll and despite my sins
It would fly it would float and hearts it’d mend
It would inspire truth and a fountain of youth
In you my friend.
Every day, questions arise anew,
Who would you prefer, AI's blessing or curse, happiness, or me true?
He spent his life in a methodic trance,
Solving problems with algorithms, in a perpetual dance.
Dreaming of AI to crack century-old codes,
In his lifetime, just solving some math with his loads.
Countless hours, days, and nights he toiled,
Debugging his code, his passion unspoiled.
I wondered who this new mistress could be,
More captivating than sharing life with me.
What is happiness, fun, vacations, travel?
Spending money on good food and wine to unravel.
He can craft love poems with AI's might,
But none for me in our silver jubilee's light.
I offer love, happiness, and sorrow's embrace,
But maybe no one should marry a geek in this case.
As a spouse, should I leave him to his AI devotion?
Leftover pasta and potatoes, his token of emotion.
Love needs reciprocation, hearts drift apart,
I hope he chooses AI, happiness, or me, and restarts.
When I sit still and calmly read the works of Poets True
It is nice to know I'm not alone because of all of you
There are stories being told here in such different forms and ways
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There are some who write in Haiku, there are those who love Quatrain
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Those Acrostics and the Metaphors that can help the sun shine through
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On a quiet night with softened light we'll read an Ode or two
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What about those Nature Poets who can rhyme about the Earth
How the flowers grow in colors even different kinds of dirt
We have those who write of waterfalls; and sounds that fill the air;
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They will talk of Love lost or Love found that's truly deeply felt
Well, I could go on forever speaking of the Poems found
Here on Poetry Soup with you and these true treasures that abound
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