Long Soulmate Poems
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In the morning, when I open my eyes at dawn,
She is the sun that lights up my world with her silken rays.
In her face resting on the pillow of dreams, I find the first light,
And before I wrap myself in the mantle of night, she is my last glance.
She is the light of my life, a shining beacon on the dark sea,
And with her smile, she brings me the ray of hope, sweet and endless.
She is the laughter that dances in my heart, like an eternal melody,
And with her love, she fills my soul with warmth, like an everlasting spring.
She is my universe, where stars dance to the rhythm of my heart,
Without her, I would be a ship lost on an endless ocean.
I love her more than my heart can hold,
And I will always be there for her, like an unwavering pillar in life's storm.
She is my dearest friend, a sweet whisper in the evening wind,
My beloved, a melody that echoes deep in my soul,
And my soulmate, the mirror where my essence reflects.
I love her more than words of this world can express,
And my love for her will be eternal, like rivers flowing to the sea.
She is everything to me, the center of my universe,
And I will always be there for her, like the moon watching over the night.
I love you, my love.
I love the way you make me feel, like an eagle soaring free in the sky,
As if I could move mountains and touch the stars.
I love how you make me laugh, like a child playing in the sunlight,
Even when my heart is wrapped in clouds of sadness.
I love how you make me feel safe, like a deer in the forest's shelter,
As if I am the only person in the world to whom your heart belongs.
I love you more than the universe can contain,
And my love for you will be eternal, like time that knows no end.
You are everything to me, the light that guides my steps,
And I will always be there for you, like an oak standing strong against all storms.
I love you, my love.
A firelight in my sky, you turned a borealis.
reveling an elixir, in your lambent palace.
I creep in close, magnetized in your field,
a pair of hazel eyes, moon within concealed.
Your canyon kiss swirl up, chasms in my soul
with cheers and jeers, watercolor streams roll.
In cherubic touch, your feelings feel so real
transcendent, sublime.. my dreams go ideal.
In your yellow spring, worldly fears vanished
an autumn of verdant, all brown got banished.
Bird in me was free, with your head on my lap
your hair buried my face, in a half asleep nap.
Unwavering content... of eternal passion.
calmed all chaos.. crystallized all confusion.
Emblazoned in your eyes, I see my own reflection.
As I try hard to decipher, your vibes and affection.
You cast a spell, with magic in your glance
my endeared heart, glimmered in romance.
Your jewel sprinkled laughter, sung a lullaby.
I fell in your love, don't know the reason why.
6th July 2019
Sponsor Team PoetrySoup
Contest : Love Poems for Her (That Special Romantic Interest) Poetry Contest
Walking beside the ocean always fills me with emotion
Reminiscing of that special day when first I saw your face
You were swimming in the deep blue sea and passing by you waved at me
I caught my breath, as time stood still, my heart began to race
You swam into the distance, although I begged you not to go
But deep inside I know you came to say you loved me so
Since then I’ve seen you many times, such warmth you bring into my soul
For each time that I see your smile it gives me peace just for a while
That day had been our happiest, as we picnicked by the sea
You said you loved me more than life, as you proposed to me
I paused a little, for a joke; your sad face on, my dear sweet bloke
And then we went in for a swim the sea so calm and warm within
For just a second I glanced away towards the beach beyond
And as I turned to talk to you, you were not there, you’d gone
I screamed your name; I went berserk; my mind went crazy it would not work
They searched all night to no avail; my life stood still, yours was curtailed
But now we have this special time so poignant and so precious
For when my heart begins to race I search for your delicious face
I am the only one to see, your wave, your smile, you’re in the sea
And one day you will take my hand, as I sit waiting on the sand
Our time will come when we will swim, together as we always planned
Written 3rd November 2018
For Competition Tell Me a Story 2 - picture 2 Girl on the Beach
Sponsor Brenda Chiri
6th placement
Contest Brian's Choice 3
Sponsor Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
Love has a face
When I was young, I wondered what love was.
It sounded nice, like a happy word
An appealing concept, but I had my doubts
Was it real, was it needed, or was it something
you could live without?
Would it be out of reach, could it ever be found?
One night, while gazing at the full moon,not knowing
what love was...
I didn't know what to say...to think, or even...
if I believed in love.
Then I sensed, deep within,
a feeling beginning to grow, an awareness...
that love had a place.
The day I met you..that's when I knew..
that love has a face!
John Derek Hamilton
December 20,2016
I'd never drawn a breath until we met
And that one taken at the sight of you
The rest were lost to conversation, set
On planning our initial rendezvous ...
We drove into the mountains in my "B"
Our lover's picnic, near the waterfall ...
At dusk, a drive-in that we'd longed to see
(Tho' I don't think we saw the film at all)
Then late that sultry evening in the pool
I tasted drops of moonlight from your skin
And though the water kept our bodies cool
We shared your carnal fire ... deep within
How passionate, the nights since then with you ...
No wonder that our love remains ... as true.
~ 5th Place ~ in the "A Sonnet True Love" Poetry Contest, Brenda Chiri, Judge & Sponsor.
Love is truth, love is positive, love always forgives, and helps us feel cared for.
Love is warm and makes us feel like a warm sunny day.
Love is never cruel and always shows it cares.
It is warm hands and warm hugs to show it cares.
Love is truth and loyalty that is always near.
Love is never rude and makes it clear that they care.
It does not hide it is always by your side.
Lifting us high so we can feel positive energy.
Love is always growing and making us feel deep love and truth.
Love makes us feel like we can fly high as any mountain.
Love is the way to show you care.
Morning dressed me without asking what held my sleeves apart.
The doorway knew my measure long before I reached my height chart.
My shadow knew me as a silhouette without an umbrella stand.
Everyone forgot the hidden chassis never held in hand.
I laughed out loud, forgetting to keep my steps slow,
No one saw the clapper swing, yet everyone the bell go.
The ladder climbed the wall without knowing its frame.
While mirrors pressed each passing face to say its name.
The coat flopped without a hanger; shoes misplaced their feet.
Rain soaked the ground until the footprints felt complete.
White light forgot to tell the rainbow what colors to bring.
Clouds remember flying, never growing a feathered thing.
Perhaps the tree leans the way it senses something underground.
Perhaps the wind shoots upright when nothing can be found.
Silence remembers songs after voices wander on ~
Keeping the shape of someone, long after they've gone.
The blight of years left my flesh and fame in disarray.
It kept no diary of lost days, yet weathered the fray.
It stood there while I ordered my last à la carte.
Only then did my sleeves remember what held them apart.
My buttercup bewitched me evermore
Those mesmerising eyes of a gazelle
Celestial cerulean 'amore'
Enamoured I'm by my breathtaking belle
I prize the bonny sunshine of my heart
She's my pulchritudinous 'querido'
Catalyst of my Parnassian art
She's like a splendiferous soignée doe
The moon can't compete with my 'priyatham'
The sun shivers at her angelic touch
Together we're in resplendent rhythm
She is a noticeable nymph nonesuch
My summer's entranced by 'dulcinea'
Forever we're entwined, she's my 'jiya'
05.16.2021
**amore - Latin for sweetheart
Querido - Spanish/Portuguese for darling
Parnassian - poetic
Priyatham - Hindi for heartthrob
Dulcinea - Spanish for sweetheart
Jiya - Hindi for 'life'
***soignée and rhythm - counted as 2 syllables
Dulcinea - counted as 4 syllables
For John Hamilton's "Summer love sonnet" contest
Love has no rhythm or rhyme.
It strikes anytime.
It is like lightning coming from the sky.
It hits a person straight out of line.
It can come from far away, or by just looking at a photograph.
It can come from someone close by.
It can be someone we would never pick.
It knows no age or time.
It only makes our heart beat quick.
It can make us have great excitement and give us a feeling of utopia.
Our love can give us many feelings that only true love can.
We can feel a lot from our love, and this is a perfect type of love.
If you find love like this, hold it near and dear for life.
ON LOOKING AT SCHILLER’S SKULL
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Here in this charnel-house full of bleaching bones,
like yesteryear’s
fading souvenirs,
I see the skulls arranged in strange ordered rows.
Who knows whose owners might have beheaded peers,
packed tightly here
despite once repellent hate?
Here weaponless, they stand, in this gentled state.
These arms and hands, they once were so delicate!
How articulately
they moved! Ah me!
What athletes once paced about on these padded feet?
Still there’s no hope of rest for you, lost souls!
Deprived of graves,
forced here like slaves
to occupy this overworld, unlamented ghouls!
Now who’s to know who loved one orb here detained?
Except for me;
reader, hear my plea:
I know the grandeur of the mind it contained!
Yes, and I know the impulse true love would stir
here, where I stand
in this alien land
surrounded by these husks, like a treasurer!
Even in this cold,
in this dust and mould
I am startled by an a strange, ancient reverie, …
as if this shrine to death could quicken me!
One shape out of the past keeps calling me
with its mystery!
Still retaining its former angelic grace!
And at that ecstatic sight, I am back at sea ...
Swept by that current to where immortals race.
O secret vessel, you
gave Life its truth.
It falls on me now to recall your expressive face.
I turn away, abashed here by what I see:
this mould was worth
more than all the earth.
Let me breathe fresh air and let my wild thoughts run free!
What is there better in this dark Life than he
who gives us a sense of man’s divinity,
of his place in the universe?
A man who’s both flesh and spirit—living verse!
To The Muse
by Friedrich Schiller
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
I do not know what I would be,
without you, gentle Muse!,
but I’m sick at heart to see
those who disabuse.
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