Long Valentine Poems
Long Valentine Poems. Below are the most popular long Valentine by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Valentine poems by poem length and keyword.
Butterflies~
scarred and stained,
breathe within a glass cocoon
spun with black-widow silk and smoke,
waving weary wings
in the midst of nothingness,
c h a i n e d with bleeding petals
from a garden of grief,
caught in gossamer greed,
that feeds insidious seeds
to this chrysalis heart,
weeping in seething silence,
as the world cares not to heed
tunes of trauma,
ricocheting through
flutes of patience,
oblivious to the p a i n they flutter
upon fickle fields of Zeus~
a battlefield designed in crestfallen roses,
a home that froze my desire to dream.
O my bloody Valentine,
bloody valentine,
I see through your
bouquet of bleached bones,
wrapped with paper promises,
perfumed with lethal potions
to lure me back into
the crystalline cage
of a vindictive vulture,
dressed as Romeo,
armored with Cupid’s charm,
f l i r t i n g with fragility
in narcissistic grace…
But must I forever
be a prisoner of the sinister sun,
carving my skin
with poisoned rays?
Or am I to remain mute
in your mansion of malignant marigolds?
For I feel the deceptive dews
floating through those corpse-like eyes
that seized the skies of innocence,
dragging diamond-dusted daggers
amidst wistful stars,
leaving me unheard and unseen,
while I scream through scorching stillness,
engrossed in somber solitude,
awaiting the
delicate d a n c e
of morning glows
to caress the insomniac
pillows I rest my fears upon,
questioning the next wave of violence
that would
clothe me in nothing but deep blue~
b r u i s e s.
Go now, turn the photo albums pages.
You often smile at happy memories.
Let the images rekindle the stages,
Never lost, love..within my heart's reverie.
Would that we could return to bygone days.
I would do anything to turn that page.
Love know, my thoughts of us set nights ablaze.
Past passion, left my broken heart engaged.
The years are long, and still, the pages turn.
Relive those brighter memories and come.
Could the ever after be, oh I yearn ..
We each can see the love in our album.
Only you, it is yours, my broken heart,
If you wish a Valentine take the dart.
*Key to message: Read the bolded first words
of each line from the bottom up.
If only We Could Relive The Past Love, I Would Never Let You Go
Date: 1/20/13
My Valentine has a ticket to ride;
So London town beware!
New wings will carry her up north;
A pass to Leicester Square.
Let Big Ben toll and chime aloud;
St James's Park prepare;
The hustle of the Covent calls;
For her to stop and glare.
Our Festival halls a singing show;
But not a stage needs she;
For Shakespeare wets her rosy lips;
Or a lovely cup of tea.
A winking Thames will guide her way,
Along a South Bank charming;
For knowing swans will nod and sway;
To see again their darling.
And she indeed is friend in kind;
To changing guards and steads;
A wine bar to intrigue her sense;
But a wooden hut to feast!
She rides the tube - this surfing queen;
No palace holds her bound;
No chains to shackle regal wrists;
In no tower is she found.
Free as the wind, sweet honey bee;
She feeds my love in rations;
My desire for her will never fade;
But London is her passion!
"Valentine Fatale"
Pull the violin
strings
from the heart
like a corset undone
there the softest rose,
blood red plucked,
the thorns played
and petals cast
as kitty discard
from the breast
of a Valentine fatale
voluptuously falling
into the open arms
of Love, spilling
over into romance
like a broken dam
ripely held in the
bow of cupid smile
passion full
drawn into
the delectable swim
twirling swirling down
into the warm velvet
like moss, so green
against reflective
sapphire pools,
the dangerous sea seen
like an inviting ocean to kiss,
in such vastness taken,
the lost fast falling
thick panting eyes
mirroring each other
in the dance,
like a waltz Viennese
Love, spilling over,
like a broken dam
fallen, then,
pulled back
into the catch,
netted and tangled up
in the ropes of
Rubenesque romance,
eye to eye
hand to hand,
a burning flame
ripely held in the
bow of cupid smiles,
incandescent
fiery twin arrows,
the well lit,
seduction
(LadyLabyrinth/2023)
That passion’s night, to make me sigh,
my love seized several beams from sky
and shaped a ring of moonstone bright.
To make me sigh that passion’s night.
My darling beau, to make me smile,
then star-shine stole so he could style
a necklace rare with diamond’s glow.
To see me smile, my darling beau.
Dear Valentine, to dazzle me,
took whitest pearls from twilight’s sea,
with starry strand to intertwine.
To dazzle me, dear Valentine.
My true love wooed with more than these,
not only sight, but ear to please!
Two birds he brought that softly cooed.
With more than these, my true love wooed.
With rose bouquet, with kisses sweet,
he made my heart then faster beat.
Artisan of romantic play -
with kisses sweet, with rose bouquet.
By all of this, in motion set
was what I’d never known as yet.
It burst, then flowed. . . Ah, wanton bliss,
in motion set by all of this!
(BTW, this is pure imagination, people!!! So don't be jealous!! hahaha
This is a form called Swap Quatrain, PD. Happy Valentine's Day to you!!)
For the Get your Valentine's Day poem in... any Valentine's poem will do.. (new or old) Poetry Contest of Poet Destroyer A
“Valentinian Valor”
Oh wouldst that I could write of bleeding love
drawn from my heart by arrows from above
thus blame my fate upon the sting of Cupid
to ease the pain of simply being stupid.
Alas, tis said, my courting needs refinement
she’s baffled by what that Valentine meant
a twist of juxtaposed seductive word play
written by a novice in dismay.
Cannot the words of love be truly writ
without exposing writer’s as such twits
that they would wander hopeless in the dark
unknowing of the shelves that are “Hallmark”.
For when you wish to send your very best
‘Tis best to fall in line with all the rest.
©2/3/2018
submitted to – FEB 2018 STANDARD CONTEST
sponsor – Brian Strand
How do I love you, my gentle rays of sunshine?
I love you like a summer day passes by so fine
Like the brightness of light that is so divine
With the sweetness of the smell of the fresh leaves of pine
and a love so pure that only heaven can design
The way I love you, my lovely valentine
is bitter yet sweet like the taste of old wine
Strong yet tender like a silver line
Without lies and again without the thought of feigns
Adoring you like the goddess in the shrine
And yet, my dearest wonderful rhyme
My heart knows that our lives will never be intertwined
and your beauty has given me a sadness so define
For I know that you will never be mine
Just let me place this sorrow in me, like a parasitic love vine
Triggers are red,
barrels are blue.
Smith and Wesson
I love you!
Targets are set,
guns are sighted.
In my hand,
I get excited!
Bore snakes out
Hoppe’s too
be good to them
they’ll be good to you!
NB: I have a great photo of my grandson's team with their SCTP Nationals Trap Shooting trophies, but PS will not allow me to upload it. Your loss. LOL. There are no shotguns in the picture, but a depiction of one on the trophies. (I can upload any other picture from my library or off the Web, unless it shows guns or shooting - how very liberal. Pity, it is a great sport, as are other types of shooting competitions.)
I sit, my back against the black.
My thoughts a jumbled supplejack,
a wanna-be amnesiac.
Oh, autumn leaves a fluster,
the winds in tipsy bluster.
I’m weightless as I drift away
on whiskey wings, a moth astray.
My grief in ashtray where I pray.
The equinox is tilted,
my wispy body wilted
and in my stupor do I dream?
Are clouds I seek a false redeem
as sunrise bleeds through jagged seam?
Damn seraphim and serpents
and fantasy disturbance!
I keep my secrets like a sphinx,
my insight an elusive lynx
…a widow with a hard drink jinx.
Yet soul, a black-eyed-Susan,
still blooms in bruised seclusion.
Dawn’s dapple-gold flint-glints like stones.
As hard on eyes as nightmare crones
who rattled empty bottle bones. .
As half-light scries the mirror,
my pulse does bring me nearer
to burning on the altar of the sun,
my moonshine valentine…
V is for delicious valentine cookies
A is for the adventures that couples have
L is for love
E is for the excitement that couples have
N is for nice compliments that couples have for each other
T is for kind thoughts that couples have for each other
I is for the interesting conversations that couples have
N is for the nice things that couples do for each other
E is for the enchantment that couples find in each other
S is for the sweet things that couples say and do for each other
D is for dates that couples go on
A is for always being there for your couple
Y is for saying yes to your sweetheart on the small things that cost no money that your sweetheart wants to do with you