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What is love?
The North Star guiding
a lost seafarer home
or the Siren’s song luring
him to the rocky shores?
Is it frolicking in the moonlit nights
in a field of flowers
or trudging across
an arid, scorching desert?
Is it a freeway to bliss and joy
or a meandering trail
through the rugged terrain
of grief and woe?
Is it a cup of hemlock
or a chalice of nectar?
Is it a snake pit
or a bridge over the chasm
of hatred and bigotry?
Is it an ever-elusive mirage
or the rock of Gibraltar?
Love is all that and more
and yet it’s nothing,
A mere emotion, a feeling,
At first blush, irrelevant
and yet it’s an impetus, a catalyst –
An euphoria permeating our entire being.
It is here, it is there
and it is everywhere…
Yet, it is nowhere!
It creates mayhem and chaos
if it turns and walks away.
Love knows no boundaries,
It follows no customs or creed;
It cares not for any
race or language.
Not unlike air and water
or the enlivening sunlight –
Vital in good measures
devastating in excess,
Vexing as a thorn but
as enticing as the fragrance.
Love is but love.
No one has seen it
yet everyone is touched by it,
Its constant presence is overwhelming
Yet you’ll never find
if you go looking for it,
It traverses distant shores,
yet it doggedly never
leaves your threshold.
You are born with it
but can never own it,
Forever it hovers around you
but never can you rein it in.
“Love is a many-splendored thing”*
Yet none can explain its true meaning,
It would call through a bullhorn
but you may not hear it,
It merely whispers in your ears
and turns your life topsy-turvy,
More furious than the flowing lava
It would give you the chills if provoked.
He indeed is a poor soul
bereft of hopes and dreams
who befriendeth not love.
(*Love is a many-splendored thing", Lyrics by Paul Francis Webster.)
~"What Love is?" contest by Bobby May
I’d just finished reading a story to my daughter and as I tucked her into bed…she looked at me with her wide eyes, “Mommy, what is love.” She said.
And so I did what parents do when they’re not sure what to say…I took a deep breath and dove right in…hoping to find my way.
I leaned in close while searching for an answer somewhere in my brain…
“Love,” I said holding her hand, “is not so easy to explain”.
“Love is everywhere,” I started. “It glides upon the wind…it floats upon the sea…it’s in every creature great or small…it’s in you and it’s in me.”
There is this amazing power to love…of this I have no doubt…the more love that goes into a person…the more love that will come out.”
“Love forms somewhere within our soul…it is the music of our heart…it can be felt between two people…even when they are apart.”
“Love, when you are young, is different than love when you are grown…love is caring about someone else’s happiness more than you care about your own.”
“Love is beautiful, compassionate, forgiving, wonderful and kind…and love can only blossom when two lives are intertwined.”
“Love is just as wonderful when it is old as it is when it was new…I believe, when it comes to love, it’s what we were put on Earth to do.”
When I thought I’d said enough…when my disjointed ramblings were through…I smiled at my daughter and asked, “By the way…what is love to you?”
Her face lit up and without hesitation…with a child’s innocence she proclaimed, “Love is what makes me smile every time I see you…and every time you say my name.”
I was a little befuddled when she asked me ‘What is love’ at the end of a beautiful day…but the next time I am asked…
I’ll be ready
I know exactly what I’m going to say.
Two hearts bleached by the sun
A Poem's - fallen wish
The Love
Of A Life Time
Majestic beams fall from heaven meadow
Two hearts stitched by the constellation
Under the moon's glow
You and I
Gazing up into the Starry Sky
This night we sit under the dazzling diamond dust
Our eyes feel and meet tonight
Stars twinkle a poem of each paired heart
Listen......While......The God's Whisper!
What Is Love?
They asked
A wish so gently by the stars
Greeting young couples' heart
Poor but, in love
Mimicking an old shadow
Light embrace this Auspicious moment
-Aster Flares-
Intrigued by a sad lover's tale
Two souls forever rich-
Sharing eternity through celestial bliss
Gravitating in the world owned by the stars
A most unfortunate turn of events,
Romeo & Juliet
Collapsing stars rising with a hymn
From the moment they fell
Only to reveal how beautiful--
-- the stars in the dark
Ever so wealthy, around Orion's Belt
Reading notes on every rhyme, every heartbeat
Stars fall every eve entering the atmosphere
Seeping through the soul, making love a part of a light
Permanent illusion
Fireflies Flaring up
A passion that lasts longer than a moment
Each zodiac unfolds
The stars tell you, who you are
Gaze upon eternity
Follow the Northern star
Beneath your peaceful splendor
They will bow
Sunset and the evening star,
"My Star Of Love"
Like glitter dust upon a timeless shore
Never will the memory of love be gone
Look up at the stars tonight,
For somewhere out there
I read about YOU in a poem.
“Mystique”
by Positive Mark
My dearest, ravenous raven, I now approach you with the bill of a Blue Heron, and a one-track mind to sip your affection.
You’re perched in audacious submission, and it enslaves me.
You fit my lifestyle with your feminine wiles, you beautiful, gorgeous Black child.
Neatly petite, with the prettiest feet, my fever grows when you’re painting your toes.
How dare I let a day pass without writing a book about you?
There’s nothing I can do. I’m enamored with you, and engrossed in your mystique.
Your embossed physique drips past my eyes, to my lips, then I use it to moisten my quill.
What is love, but unwavering will?
A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood,
Oh heart, oh heart, my heart that burn with desires
When would you learn, when would you stop lusting?
My wicked burning desires, you will destroy me
He never woos me, he never made love to you
Yet he seems to control my ever moods
Dracula, had drawn my blood before,
The viper had tortured my soul, now he is dead
Tomorrow will be the death of his passing,
Today, I am feuding with his spirits, whom he transferred
Into the body of another, whom I thought had rescues me from
The darkness of my depression, did I want to achieve this
Kind of happiness, or did I just want to feel his manhood
Between the thighs, and his lips on my breast, and
And hour or two would have predicted the rest.
Communication is supposed to be the key,
He removed the key from the rack
And once again, I am on hold,
Loose lips will always sink ship
I will never, make excuses for my outspokenness,
If I, do it will only weaking me,
But I know, that one and one always equal two.
What can he bring to the table?
Dead love, I need to know why me.
The shame, the pain, and mostly this game:
Love me or leave me. I have to stop running.
Here we go again, breaking up,
The good will always outweigh the bad.
Does love ever die is the
question many of us ponder.
In this world of ours
Have you ever wondered
Where love goes when one
says that they don’t love you anymore.
Love doesn’t just disappear or
Vanish into the black of night
I think it just shifts into
A milder version of love
What is love if it is not
Caring about a person
Their well-being, or their health
Or their happiness.
There are many types of love,
Such as for your lover, your parents,
Your children, your family, your friends.
Love has many shapes and forms
Love at first can be all time consuming
Flowers, excitement, passion, sex
But through the years it metamorphosis
Due to busy lives and commitments
To where we think
Love has died, but in fact
True love never dies
Original poem by
Linda Franklin
“We look at spirit not at form
Our touch is gentle, kind and warm
We but reflect God’s love and light
‘Tis the path to which we conform” ~ Unseeking Seeker
I read the violet sparks
of untouchable lightning,
allowing the butterfly breeze
to wrap me in wet bliss,
tracing the afterglow
of compassionate consciousness,
where kindness has no motive,
where empathy holds the quill
to narrate and nurture
nature with nameless frequency,
like a tercet without a title ~
a sunset without an end,
woven with wild petals of wisdom,
for what is love without light,
what is wisdom without composure,
what is humanity without
healing hymns of the soul?
In silence, I feel your pulse,
the palpitation of profound passion,
the vibration of untamable truth,
and I remain ~ immersed in awe,
adrift in the amplitude
of absolute awareness,
of what breathes between
rising fire and water,
like an estuary that escapes
the evilness of angst
by holding the ripples of rivers
and streaming sapphires
of salt-kissed serenity…
But must I name the throb
that aches with the weight of peace?
There is no form, no label,
no letter, no ink,
no colour, no cadence
to spell what spills
from the spirit of starlight ~
when love resides on the chalice
of the third eye,
intuitively engrossed
in the essence of clarity,
unclothing the chakras
to reveal the pining purity
of faith beyond form,
as the Almighty synchronizes
the inner motif of mindfulness,
merging the mystery
of surrendered sacredness,
where ego has no home,
and manipulative monsoons
cannot erase the awakened
flame of blazing dawn…
O beloved soul searcher
seeking timeless tranquility
in sunflower stillness,
listen to the unspoken ~
you and I, we know
the scented skin
of roses and revelation,
the kingdom of unseen reality,
guarded with illuminated epiphanies,
and in muteness we muse,
transforming to an ethereal realm
where heaven is closer
than the air that touches
the holy shivers of electric scriptures,
written from the lotus aura
of an ageless utopia ~
forgive my need
for cosmic confinement,
‘Tis the path to which we conform...
WHAT IS LOVE--
What is love, you inspire me by in site;
I love the way you call, cuddle and sigh;
Invading my mind day and through the night;
Sexual passionate love eros high;
O' playful uncommitted ludus moon?
A practical pragna, along with agape;
Love sun heats the gaping peaches to bloom;
As summer love is liken canton crepe;
Love is flight of a bird in mid air preys;
I love your eyelashes and attitude;
Thinking of your big smile fills my days;
My love for you is the phillia nude;
O' now I must pray with an awesome heart;
This what love is together or apart;
3/10/19
Placed 2nd place in Contest
What Is Love Poetry Contest
Enter Contest
Sonnet poetry form only
Sponsored by: Silent One
What is love?
It is simply the feeling of
Being scared and terrified and vulnerable,
As if every breath you take is borrowed
From the heartbeat of another.
Angry and excited and anxious,
Caught in the whirlwind of wanting too much,
While fearing it will slip through your hands,
Like sand in the wind.
Frustrated and standing on the edge of a cliff at all times,
Between the urge to leap and the terror of the fall,
Each moment a balance between joy and despair,
You jump.
You jump off that cliff edge.
You leap off with all those feelings clung to your chest
Knowing the terror and the thrill of it.
But you feel safe to fall.
Because they'll catch you.
They will catch you
Every single time.
For the lark she sings in her morning song,
That brightens up my day.
The pitter patter of tiny drops,
Clouds fill the sky with grey.
The dampened ground, that familiar smell,
Now quenched refreshed anew.
Brings forth forgotten memories,
Of a time that I once new.
Like grains of sand they ebb and flow,
Those minutes of the day.
In lines of endless moments,
That brought forth that child at play.
For is this just like déjà vu
For some time I’ve been alone.
Now standing here now humble,
To all these things I’ve known.
With gentle face a youthful pose,
As we danced the night away,
A tender touch a knowing gaze,
No need for words to say.
For what is love but a feeling?
As hearts melt into one.
With the blessings of good fortune,
Now Care free and full of fun.
For they say that hopes eternal,
And all things come to he who waits.
Or is that for other people,
For nothing seems that straight.
Given in reflected thought,
To those oh so special years.
Brought back in just a heart beat,
I wipe away the tears.
© N windle