Love Poetry Poems

With a Gentle Hand

Ignored wounds
do not bleed at once,
but when touched for cure
they ache longer than they should,
reminding us how silence gathers dust
inside the body.

It is not that love is feared,
only that sometimes
its arrival feels unnecessary
like an extra flame
in a room already warm.

Still, a newborn’s breath
teaches another language of affection,
a fragile trust resting
in the hollow of two palms.

Love

Effervescent

“conjoined with the whole

we play our life role

exuding a scent

granting love consent"

Pheromones bloom between brown eyes
Baritone voice meets satin sultry cries
Excitedly engaged on a hot summer night 
With only an owl as high as hearts fly

Silver souls that grow so close and dear
The moon is aglow bringing lovers cheer
And oh how we toast with champagne

The Letter Never Sent

The pages in your box
were never opened,
never flipped to let the light in.
The silence inside that box
spoke louder than words
it whispered of pain
hiding in every verse you never wrote.

I wonder if what you call love
was ever true love at all.
You left me
dancing in silence,
caught between a love that never lived
and a hate that never spoke

Solar Eclipse Brokenness

Solar Eclipse Brokenness


The moon covers the sun’s bright lights
And brings a total darkness in our sights
Fades out the figure of fake possessions
Cuts out the string of short time connections

It brings cold feeling and gloomy emotion
Suddenly makes a person stuck in motion
The beats of the heart skips for a while
Not longing for love, the heart is

Moment No 1 HER POV

I only need about $8 of gas
Enough to get home and get back to work the next day
I’m tired and don’t feel like waiting for the tank to fill up
Of course, I have to go inside because the card reader is being dumb
Usually, I would just leave but I’m too tired to care
I’m walking inside

What Matters

When they ask: the answer is, I want to be cremated 
Smoke the man from yesterday that occasionally crumbles into tomorrow
Let the wind carry the residue of inspiration until it ashes back to God
Then spread my ashes in any of the places unchecked on my bucket list 
Don’t keep any of my un-swept broom dust

After Rain, I'm Left with an August Day

My ears ring as I sit in the loft
and the sun shines through haze.
It rained last night and I know
it will rain again. I’ve already
checked through my emails
embracing my ritual to start the day.
The house cat rubs against my leg
until I allow it onto my lap.
I visited a friend yesterday
and we sat outside
while he talked

No Title

Each day, I bury the version of me who loved less. Enthralled by my own becoming, I have fallen out of love countless times into new love. I savour each moment spent amidst my anointment towards higher values, and I ask, is love worthy of me? The idol of love is tantalizing, patient and kind,

Really a goodbye?

Nobody told me
The fear of losing
For loving someone so hard
Was something so harsh
Saw you then not too long after
Give or take just years later
Turned my head back, saw your smile
Happiest I've felt in a while

For J

If every cloud had
a Silver Lining...
If lightning were only
illumination...
and our story together
had a happy ending --
then, I would write,
only Happy Faces.

But, pencil points break

a tear marks a page indelible
will not accept a word, tears
with every new impression
attempted -- 

I read a poem, a little while ago;
a sad poem...and your memory
returned -- A grave is so

Those We Love

Those we love won't go away
They walk beside us every day
Having a smile on face each day

We always treasure every time
Making them like a dime
But not treating them like a lime

Shall I Compare Thee To an Elephant?

Shall I compare thee to an elephant?
Thou art a thousand times more relevant.
'Tis not from floppy ear doth ardor rise,
Nor yet shall sinuous trunk knot love’s sweet ties;
And if thou can’t stampede across the plains,
Nor deftly roll in mud when monsoon rains,
I find my heart shall hold here little lack,
As pachyderm thou aren’t in love’s

Speak To Me From Love

When I’m in a place of darkness and cold,
Speak to me from Love, no need to be bold.
For you’re only sharing what you’ve been told,
Allow Truth to flow through that’s good as gold.

Dear writer of poetry, release truth which can mend.
Let it flow through our land and spread like the wind.
Write from your instinct, tell

Fantasy?!

Looking back through a sea of doubts,

Wave after wave of choices, 

some of which I would have been better off without. 

Regrets like drops of rain in an ocean of reality. 

If only one by one, with all the hurt and pain, 

could disappear into its deepest depths. 

Oh! Silly me to ever believe in

the look of you in my David Bowie t-shirt

i swore to myself
when i saw who she became
that i would never want a domestic life,
i would never settle down.
but the simple act,
of holding you,
listening to the sounds of your sleeping
as you lay in my purple David Bowie t-shirt
two sizes too big,
i think i changed my mind.
i want a life with you.
i don't care if

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