Alliteration Love Poems | Examples
These Alliteration Love poems are examples of Love poems about Alliteration. These are the best examples of Love Alliteration poems written by international poets.
The Good was Taken out of the Summer
The good was taken out of the summer,
With her garden patch left abandoned,
Lettuce heads and scallions gone wild,
Her sweet summer plans all spoiled.
The good was taken out of the summer,
With green fly festering her roses,
Overwatered orchids on the sill
As her plastic bread bowl lay still.
The good was taken out of the summer,
With Hunter, her dog left in waiting
For her voice, her footsteps, her care
And the fridge in the kitchen left bare.
The good was taken out of the summer,
Put on pause til her homecoming came,
While in convalescence she lay
In a nursing home, day after day.
The good was put back into summer,
When she returned to where she belonged,
To her garden patch, Hunter and flowers,
To sit,
To be still,
To be ours.
Moonlit moonrise over a moony moonshine,
Starry-eyed stargazers beneath a starlit starscape,
Wandering wanderers wander in wonder,
Until fleeting hearts no longer fleetingly flutter
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reflection is my sanctuary, a place to savor
time while twirling tender thoughts gently
in my mind -
embracing excitement within,
and this sweet taste of love
but at this moment,
i long to r e p l a y
a familiar tune
on a vintage turntable
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while thinking of you
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somehow it brings me closer,
so curl around me and s t a y
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~ ~ because we belong ~ ~
in rhyme and in song
I'm a poet
And I don't know it
My rhyme destroys
My pen is poised
To trickle out
Some tale about
A butterfly
Or sunset sky
As sweet as jam
With rhythm slam
Dunk in your tea
My soliloquy
I'm a poet
Happy to show it
So on your bike
As I drop the mic
You may have guessed
If you passed the test
As you peruse
This lyrical muse
That no comp will claim
This shot at fame
My Shakespearean blooper
Hardly 'poetry super'
When the quill is dry
Or my muse is shy
Or the peripatetic
Pen pleads "pathetic"
I turn in shame
When love's words are lame
Yet in hopeful reason
This may be the season
Of drought, no doubt
It may be a good shout
Though my lack I berate
Truth is; seasons rotate
To conclude, I am hopeful
I can re-shape the doleful
Convert all this stressin'
I'm a poet.
(no messin')
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i know
the moment the wind becomes more than a melody,
when shapes skillfully surround me
because of the sun -
i can feel you.
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~ love is in the air ~
and
the welcome of a summer shadow
Sunday June 1st, 2025- Poem of the Day
winds wicked ways
wind-up women's wear
winsome whispers woo
wine, walks, waltzes, white weddings, whoosh
winters' wearisome wars with warmth
winnow weathered warriors, widows weep
Wish I knew what depths of your heart holds, all the loose wires that release high voltages, whenever I try reaching out to you, prohibiting my emötional ease
exchange codes, with your programmer to know all the right keys to your happiness, to see the world via the same lenses as you, be able to polish your smiles and numb your pain
so wish, I was a bomb difuser, for you are a ticking bomb, waiting to explode any tile, not knowing how to handle you, excruciates my living, hope you grant me acces and allow me to dance to drum beat of your heart
#Poetic_Ink
POINT ZERO
Birth slipped into fast flowing
rivers of patterned fissures
her arching brows brazen
searching sagaciously
microscoping every moment
tangoing across thorny
thickets
Hope gazed at her prayer
puzzle poised with pensive
pencils plaintively planting
plantains for pink parakeet
caressing spines singing
softly stirring custard
pudding
Love thought she was best
berry fruit from which fragrant
juice poured jetting jewels
a silver sabre silently stared
further from truth she stood
a sacked saga sagged
Death smiled enigmatically
held Birth, Hope and Love
in oblong esteem observing
Time’s oval ovaries to strike
sublime a node through
which she sodium sucked
Point Zero zipped in sidelong
zaps dishing each zappy
zodiac zones showering
all four with Infinity’s
zygotes zooming
Point Zero was Hero !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
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A moment in TIME floating on the rhythm of life. There is not JEER here only ever all genuine JOY of smiles for miles millions of jubilant SOULS! For what does their jovialence behold as the sun began to rise. I want to bestow this
Precious message of happiness hope hooving hinderless
Holidays with this rhythm, a rhythm of rhyme. For ETERNITY TAKES TIME to ELATED HEIGHTS! ALL IS GOOD! ALL IS GOOD! I always forever knew it would BE THIS WAY ONE DAY! Today! All is good all is good! Flowers BLOOM BLOOM BLOOOM! Flowers. Endless LOVE JOY! All IS GOOD! THIS MOMENT IN TIME FINALLY NOW, HAS A RHYME. CELEBRATION OF LIFE! RHYME with JUBILATION! BLOOM! BLOOM! BLOOM! ALL IS GOOD! SMELL THESE ROSES! aah love LOVE love LOVE!
MY BELOVES!
Malik Val Brooklyn Rogers Black Panther Jet Blackest answerer! Mali Mali Mali ????
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lines are lengthy
inside this liquid language.
- somewhat unique -
( our unknown )
a mysterious masterpiece
eager to be,
unveiled and understood.
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falling in love :
so unexpected
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~ ~ floating like a feather
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I marvel at the workings of the human hand
To touch and hold, shape and mold they
Lead and teach, work and scold from infancy
Till death they fold.
I ponder too, the power of the human heart
To touch and hold, shape and mold it
Leads and teaches, draws and reaches
Forever into lives it seasons.
The hand and heart are intertwined
Refined and kind or rough and blind
To lift or wound, build or swoon
The hand applies as the heart inclines.
So know, that when I hold your hand
You’re holding my heart as well.
With every squeeze my hand applies
My heart is pounding: “Joy!” inside.
Insatiable shadows
senselessly seeking
spiritual sainthood.
Stealing……….
shiny symbols
staged senses
swaggering sanities.
Insurmountable sorrow.
biting
into the peach
flesh flailing
in my mouth
crawling inside
melting meat
swallowing sin
feeling it float
further down
pit seeking
sweet sound
vast vibration
roots roaring
up and down
through the ground
picking the peach
squeezing
silky
sustenance
sinking teeth
spirit found
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an echo cannot be captured
( because the vibrating sound will softly emerge )
as the melody within begins to build,
waves become wild
and while each breath continues to bounce
between heaven and earth -
there’s a longing to be completely covered
in a whirlwind of wet wonder
and drown in desire
- to be
beyond breathless
and embrace every
weightless wave
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a soft passionate scribble
~ drifting in dewy moments ~