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Absolutely enchanting I thought ~
As I drew the curtains wider, to allow in a bit more light....
Returning unto the canvas and dipping my brush
Into a slightly brighter shade of beige
Thinking perhaps just a touch more violet, a dab of red, and, a stroke of amber
Until, I heard the door bell ring, breaking, this mesmerized trance....
Sitting my palette down, and lying my brush aside, atop a colored cloth
I turned to see who it was, that was there?
"Hold on dear, I shall be right back," I whispered
As she smiled amid a radiance, that stopped me within my steps
How rarely seldom does one get a chance like this I thought?
If it is truly important and I know them
Then they shall kindly call, or possibly even leave myself a note
Besides, what an unpleasant reflection it would be, to even but for an instant
Interrupt this dream....
For no greater beauty have I ever beheld, nor have I ever found, then this
Perfection within everyway I believe, is whom she is ~
"What's wrong," she asked, "are you not going to see who it is?"
Glistening eyes, as I fixated upon her own, mirrors, of an endless hue
"No, not right now dear," as I then, poured her a drink
Smiling as she gracefully arose, proposing a toast I said
"To this moment, this day, to you and I, this time, and, amore"....
As I slowly reached forth my hand, to tenderly caress her rosen cheek
And to glide my fingers gently, through her shining auburn hair
"Here dear," leading her loveliness softly, "here, sit right there
That the sunlight may embrace your boundless beauty
This magnificence of your splendor, these wonders, from whom you truly are" ~
Glowingly she smiled once more, as with a passion, I then kissed her perfect lips
"I love you," she uttered
While as the mornings dew lit rays, reflected upon her enchantedness
As a glittering arose about my own heart, and a warming, within my now raptured soul
"So do I my love, I love you more," I returned
Retrieving my brush, my palette and my cloth
Exchanging glances amid knowing thoughts, these souls, so intertwined ~
"Excellent, do not move dear"
As always was captured forever, within, this moment right here....
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~ Painting, Mona Lisa ~
Form:
Humbly holding forth this bouquet of flowers
Within these sincere and love filled hands ~
Marked by lines that have defined themselves, through time....
The spectrum of colors across these pages, these shades
Endlessly, from black unto white; crossing these shadowed avenues
This maze, that many they have called life?
Never looking towards the left nor the right
Straight ahead, many of them say....
But what are these things unto myself, as I question them all now?
Shall I trade eternity in paradise, for this moment of sunlight, in life?
To let darkness' desires, forever steal this hope, from my soul? No!
I shall not entangle myself within these webs of sorrow....
For I have seen the face of pain, and have beheld its eternal grave
I have walked the highways, the byways, along these corridores of time
Viewing both joy and sorrow-profoundly so!
Grasping thorns while holding stems
Tasting, both bitter and sweetened wines
Yet realizing within the end, by mercies touch
That these shimmerings are merely mirages
Not worth the dust, from which they were exhumed; born
This black hole of souls starvation....
Skeletal bones of its aftermath, dangling upon its umbilical cord
Only to be severed, forever within its end!
But rather I shall hold these flowers, with hands, strengthened by "The Light" ~
Until the pages of life that we know, are folded and forever discarded away
For this is love, that I have come to know-passing winds, deepened breaths, lies....
"My Love" for you is not, encumbered by the here and now
Yet is always within my heart and sight-this different array of colors ~
A bouquet I have come to now see and to hold
A sweeter flower, this, Heavens true love and rose!
Within these humbled hands, softened, yet forged through the flaming fires, of truth....
Placing within one hand, this sharpened sword, meant only, for darkness' heart
And this is "Love," unto me now, to forever slay, this shadowed night!
For my love is eternal, and my soul by "Grace," is everlasting ~
A love that shall not wither by the sunrise, of tomorrows light....
This flower that shall endure, until the ends of time!
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~ The Bouquet ~
Form:
Such a perfect January Day,
off to have ourselves a perfect stay.
I remember the sun glistening off the morning snow,
the crystalled water in the bay there down below.
The bluish sky and crisp air cooling,
so filled the air a love so fooling,
to both our heads it spun and twirled
As, to her I, and I to her,
we where each others.
All the world.
The perfect weekend get away,
where we could enjoy the winter's snow.
A romantic little hideaway,
on our special day we'd go.
To a place where we could be alone,
where we could be, just us two.
When we were together, it never mattered what we'd do.
On our way with our hearts at play
we sat hand in hand.
On this our special
January day.
We had been but a year together
but already knew it would be forever.
Our bond that held so tightly it shall never,
the bond we knew would never sever.
And of whom each other we did so adore.
Bragging to one another, of who loved who more.
Far beyond what can't be described.
Never did I believe I could feel that way,
A love that cause the rest the world to fade
On this our perfect
January day.
With deprived and such depleted mind
at the wheel, we both had spent our nine.
And so a game to help us pass the time.
As her driving, was not as mine.
A friendly challenge thought of a young ones wisdom.
I dared if she passed the cars ahead, her reward would be this.
A sweet nothing in her ear said, and a lovers kiss.
She laughed, she giggled, she smiled my way
at all the things I had to say.
On such a loving
January day.
And from our wondrous laughter,
always lingered right there after.
Such a warming feeling,
of our two hearts each reeling.
And as we passed them faster,
there we turned there lurked disaster.
Round the corner horn we sounded.
Appeared a truck there stalled and stay,
and with it we collided,
on that fearful, forever tearful
January day.
With remorseless force, we come crashing down.
The only thing worse than the impact,
was that horrid sound.
Crushing steel with breaking glass
we hit and it happened so, way too fast.
A screaming bang, then dead silence
Never had my world, seen so much violence.
Out cold I went and there I lay.
Not knowing what just happened
on this dark and dreadful
January day.
Absolutely enchanting I thought ~
As I drew the curtains wider, to allow in a bit more light....
Returning unto the canvas and dipping my brush
Into a slightly brighter shade of beige
Thinking perhaps just a touch more violet, a dab of red, and, a stroke of amber
Until, I heard the door bell ring, breaking, this mesmerized trance....
Sitting my palette down, and lying my brush aside, atop a colored cloth
I turned to see who it was, that was there?
"Hold on dear, I shall be right back," I whispered
As she smiled amid a radiance, that stopped me within my steps
How rarely seldom does one get a chance like this I thought?
If it is truly important and I know them
Then they shall kindly call, or possibly even leave myself a note
Besides, what an unpleasant reflection it would be, to even but for an instant
Interrupt this dream....
For no greater beauty have I ever beheld, nor have I ever found, then this
Perfection within everyway I believe, is whom she is ~
"What's wrong," she asked, "are you not going to see who it is?"
Glistening eyes, as I fixated upon her own, mirrors, of an endless hue
"No, not right now dear," as I then, poured her a drink
Smiling as she gracefully arose, proposing a toast I said
"To this moment, this day, to you and I, this time, and, amore"....
As I slowly reached forth my hand, to tenderly caress her rosen cheek
And to glide my fingers gently, through her shining auburn hair
"Here dear," leading her loveliness softly, "here, sit right there
That the sunlight may embrace your boundless beauty
This magnificence of your splendor, these wonders, from whom you truly are" ~
Glowingly she smiled once more, as with a passion, I then kissed her perfect lips
"I love you," she uttered
While as the mornings dew lit rays, reflected upon her enchantedness
As a glittering arose about my own heart, and a warming, within my now raptured soul
"So do I my love, I love you more," I returned
Retrieving my brush, my palette and my cloth
Exchanging glances amid knowing thoughts, these souls, so intertwined ~
"Excellent, do not move dear"
As always was captured forever, within, this moment right here....
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~Painting, Mona Lisa~
Form:
(Verse 1)
When we were shorties you there with me till the end.
we held each other up
When I cried, we cried.
It was hard, god made it that way.
We got pushed and pulled.
Every one looked down on us
Told us we weren't mean for life.
We would never make it.
We were put here by mistake.
But we never let that get us down
We were strong no matter what
We kept doing what we were doing
And we always…
(Chorus)
Kept our dreams alive
Let them haters just fly on by
Lived the way we lived
Did what we could do to survive
Nothing got in our way
We proved those people wrong
And never looked back
Its all in the past
We are better than that
(Verse 2)
We grew to teenagers
So much drama
People brought us down more than before
Fights, drugs, sex, gangs, divorce and school
We began to fall
Not knowing what to do
We gave into the mess of hard life
We looked back
The day came for one of us to end.
It happened to be you
I wish it wouldn't of been
Shot in the drama of gangs and family
I cried and when I cried it was just me, not we.
There was no more
But then I remembered what we would always do
And that was…
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Im a young adult now
Struggling with out you, on my own
I did most of what we wanted to do
Laughed at the hates in their face
No longer brought down
There are hard times still but I made it
Im working towards our every dream
Doing it big that's what we always planned
You know I wish you was here
I think of you every day
Realizing life is too short
Now im doing what I do best
And its all for you
I will always do what we said
You know…
(Talk)
Seeing you leave the world was the worst thing ever to happen to me, but you are always in
my heart and will always help me keep my dreams alive no matter were you are. I miss you
De'Shawn my cousin. I love you mane we had the best times you know Im always keeping you
in my thoughts. For those who lost a loved one or anyone at all keep ya head up and keep
them in ya heart. They will always help you no matter what. Rest in peace to all those
lost due to murder or any other tragedy. We love every single one of yall and yall will
always be in our hearts yall know who yall is.
Chorus. Till end
I am homeward bound
Lusty thoughts, for the love I miss
It’s a surprise, I am coming ‘round
I’m expected two days beyond this
Being away, day after day, left a hole
Being away, hollowed my soul
I rush towards your embrace
Already I envision smile, upon your face
Desire I now attack
My heart, with I, on highway race
Your gleam of eye twinkles, inside this nights black
Years of unity, love’s solid, sound
Closer, skittish, nervousness
The home stretch, I’ve now found
I accelerate, craving caress
Home in sight, on I roll
With thoughts of my angel, asleep sole
With her in bed, only emptiness occupies my space
I will fill that void and hold her grace
Never again will our love lack
My minds quarrel and love erase
I arrive home, it’s silent, black
I climb the stairs, feet create no sound
As you sleep, your lips, I will kiss
A greater beauty walks not, on these grounds
Creak open the master door, sudden distress
A stranger lies, my loves heart, stole
Pain takes my mind, to the gallows pole
Stunned by the disgrace
Instant horror, rage, I cannot replace
A mans breath crawls my baby’s back
My love and my girl I debase
My world fades to black
My breath vanishes, my pain makes no sound
I beg for a why? This has come of my happiness
Pain in my chest, built a mound
I will avenge this
My eyes, my mind, my heart, are now coal
Two lives for taking become my goal
Three counting me, these lives come waste
No control, rage in haste
This grief will not retract
This sinister situation, I will level at face
All good, has gone black
My emotions, stresses, compound
Creation of plan, slick aggressiveness
I muffle my screams, my conscience drowned
Satan shows face, he wouldn’t miss this
I, no longer in control
Heed order from the devil
Quickly, I spin about face
My entry steps, I then retrace
A fetch of gasoline before I turn back
Fire shall consume their sleeping space
Delighting evils’ mind of black
She sleeps at peace, under satin sheets, negligée of lace
But peace is ’bout to be replaced
A match stick comes alive, with a crack
Gasoline tossed, upon your lips, in sleep you taste
Match tossed, flames dance and light the black
I leave little Breadcrumbs...
Scattered here and there...
Sometimes left as obvious
Sometimes left without a care.
Clues to what I think about
Clues to where I've been
Clues to where I used to live
Clues to former sins.
Clues to all the things I love
Clues to the one's I used to love
Clues to what I dream about
Clues to what I think is High Above.
Clues to my hidden "Inner" self
That no one ever gets to see
Clues to help you understand
Both the Best and Worst of "me."
And so if you follow these little breadcrumbs
They'll lead you straight down my path to see
You'll come to understand what I am all about
You'll begin to understand what makes up "me."
You'll be able to see what's on the inside
Of the outside of what others perceive
You'll really get to know and love
All of the special things that are unique to what is "me."
I am not a simple person
I am not easy to understand
I am deeper than the oceans
I am made of many grains of sand.
I like to fly above the clouds
I like to sail across the seas
I like to feel my inner fire's flames burn bright
Fanned by the fuels of life's strong breeze.
I like to grow things from the earth
I like to plant knowledge from wisdom's seeds
I want to know the wheres and whys and whens
For what drives our Karmic Zen.
I have a love for beautiful things
Both current and from Eras long before
I am not afraid to try anything
I am not afraid to step through any door.
I am a work in progress
I keep growing and changing every day
I am not the kind of person
To always stay the same.
I have a thirst for music
I have a love of all earthly sounds
I have a hunger for a larger life
That supercedes these earthly bounds.
I have a desire to love and be loved
To feel that Passion from within
To someday meet the one who will complete me
Who will love me to my end.
And so if you follow my little Breadcrumbs
You could become a part of my life
You could end up being my lifelong friend
Or we could fall in love and be husband and wife.
(December 26, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
Life on the flip side,
A state where souls can’t hid,
And the proverbial eagles glide,
All of love will be satisfied,
To structure, will not be tied,
No strife, just life,
Love without end,
No fend no foe,
Are you ready to go,
Those that receive it ,
And believe it,
Will never leave it!
A soul lost in mind’s wilderness,
Isn’t a plus!
For any of us,
What’s the fuss?
Will degenerate us,
Like Rome and Egypt,
The soul becomes paraplegic,
Like a prodigal son,
On a, from God run,
Eating with swine, the lust husk of corn,
And some say don’t be! Alarmed?
You’ve seen the results,
Of souls of lust,
The Nero burn,
Of unconcern,
He did not learn,
And the Pharaoh child,
Of the Nile,
And the Mosanic child,
Float on the Nile,
The Mosanic rod,
Was God,
In the hands of Moses,
Pharaoh thoughts, not able to oppose us,
This rod of Moses!
New city, the image of greed,
Will not succeed,
The seed of old,
Of the mind of Adam’s fold,
As the grassy knoll,
The bold of mind’s unfold,
A great family of greed,
Again does not succeed,
Not God’s seed,
The greed!
Another time upon us,
Are you the opponent,
Will the lady succeed,
In economic greed,
Or will love conceive,
A new relieve,
By love believed,
A new child being conceived,
A pregnancy of relieve,
Within lady of light,
Lifting up life like a kite,
New world of light,
Out of a greedy night!
As many as will,
May take of this gospel pill,
A reality deal,
Love’s pearl,
The real girl,
Not of the world!
Encouragement has been a plenty,
Hasn’t been skinny,
For any,
Love is not a genie,
Not an empty minded panacea,
Receive and believe,
Is love's relieve!
Whatever is believed,
Is your conceive,
Of the mind,
Not of love’s kind,
The heart,
Is love’s start!
From the sacred heart,
Comes the bond of meekness,
Love with no flaw of weakness,
In bleakness,
As the mind’s fears in weakness,
Read and bleed,
Or concede,
God speed!!
7-12-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
I'm sorry...
Love is a thornbush.
Pretty to the sight
yet, in the end;
it's prickly touch
is unimaginable.
With bright red roses -
it's message
seems too fragrant -
vociferous from afar.
Romantics are obsessed with love -
the misanthropes dread it;
it's a kill-joy feeling -
an inner nightmare
of an unconcious
optimistic daydream.
You stutter the word love -
but do you regurgitate beauty?
Like a laughable idea
whose far-sided partner is
an emotional quadroplegic?.
You're clueless and
I'm a jaded wallflower.
Love is a disease -
It's like syphilis -
one never asks for it.
Innocence invades
a loner's muted thoughts
quite quietly.
Love is calculated cancer.
You try to cope with the affliction -
while the misfits around you
watch you hold your head erect
and cackle
in laughable disdain.
The unfortunates are the reality.
Everyone tans in Hell.
No one cannot help what they feel.
We are helpless -
(squirming like worms)
our morals swim like scum;
it gets tossed around
when passion hold you hostage..
Far sided beauty
is one's torture up close;
feeding off one's weakness
like leeches on dormant genocide.
From the inside out -
scars surface.
Emotions are demented -
mongoloid flavored;
unable to heal -
your will is a mutilated carcass.
Rigamortis quietly sets in
unbeknownst to you -
transparent to your and your
befriended corpses.
I'm sorry...
the air is clearer now.
Infatuation gets a second chance -
another shot without a bullet.
Why do we pine for this?
Pining to surrender -
our pride,
our dignity.
When we stand
for our independence
do we will give it all away,
without a price tag?-
Stupidity repeats iitself;
yet we still yearn
for our fictious chimera
to resurface.
In the end;
love isn't so beautiful?
Misquided vagabonds choose to
paint our idyllic pictures -
but it wont stop the torture;
because the suffering we endure
lingers past expiration...
it glides above vowed headstones -
until our consummated
death -
do we part?
It can't -
and for that
I'm sorry once more.
Kathryn's Beauty
Part Five
Kathryn was a beauty,
Blue eyes, deep with
Natures understanding.
She held the mystic
Secrets of her
Pagan's past unknowing..
The trees and springs
of life all knew her,
As she bathed.
That day...so innocent
A virgin, all agreed.
Our Prince,
He rode his horse
That day only wishing to
Sake his thirst,
His shield was heavy
As was his heart.
Under a waterfall she
Saw him approach,
The most handsome
Man she ever seen
Was before her.
Her young breasts
So excited.
Both were so taken
That moment.
True love was
Felt from them both.
But her maidens
Made hast
And stole her away,
From the garden
And pond that day.
That night our Kathryn
Chanted....
Who is this man
I saw to day.
A Warrior it is plain to see.
I know he is
The man for me.....
Father...
May I speak to you
The third son spoke to his father,
In the Castle, high
On the bluffs
Over looking
The bay the
He protected.
My father, I ask you
To let me marry
My one true love.
Oh yes my son,
Who is this this love
Of whom you speak?
Father, her name is
Kathryn....but a young girl
In our realm.
Darkness grew
The moment the
Lord heard her name.
No! I will not Allow it....
No explanation given.
Our young Prince
Was fallen.
His love for Kathryn...
Was forbidden.
No reasons why....
He was ordered
far off to stand guard,
Away from his love....
Our Prince did
What he was told
In the cold,
He stood his watch
So loyal..
That night
Under a full moon,
She felt his love,
And read his cards.
All was not good
She read that night.
But Kathryn knew
That he was hers.
The moon was ever wrong.
Gundar Nills, the Viking King,
Landed on the Welshland shores,
Four hundred strong.
With sorrow's breath,
He waded waist deep,
Death and revenge was
His only desire.
Villages plundered....Death and
Destruction he bestowed..
Gundar Nills, the Viking King
Marched.... His Army victorious!
Rape and plunder
Was the day,
As Gundar the
Viking King
Ruled the day...
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