Classic Love Poems | Examples
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We lean back in the ride sunset melting on her skin like liquid gold
Chrome glides slow and the whole boulevard watches our story unfold
Her hand on my arm turns the city’s hard edges into something controlled
Bass hums like a heartbeat syncing with the secrets we’ve never told
Palms sway overhead brushing the sky like a dream for the night to uphold
Grill smoke drifts through the breeze wrapping us both in memories old
She laughs and the block feels lighter with even the shadows consoled
The ride dips gentle hydros bowing and her soft smile says she’s sold
I look her way and every struggle I’ve carried loosens its hold
We cruise on two souls leaning close in a world we quietly mold
Love of Horror
When shadows lengthen, and the moon hangs low,
My heart beats fast, a thrilling, eager glow.
For whispers chilling, and for blood-red gleam,
I find my comfort in a waking dream.
The creaking floorboards, the unearthly wail,
A twisted plot, a terror-filled tale.
No gentle rom-com, no drama's soft embrace,
But monsters lurking, leaving not a trace.
From classic slashers to the psychological fright,
I seek the darkness, bathed in eerie light.
The jump scares jolt, the tension holds me tight,
A delicious shiver in the dead of night.
So bring the ghouls, the vampires, and the fiends,
The ancient curses, and the nightmare scenes.
For in the horror, I find a strange delight,
And slumber soundly, dreaming of the fright.
He's the classic busiest bummed bee,
Work members close enough not to swallow,
Some business pursues far from his body,
Their thoughts cease, naught his, she always, follow.
She soar the skies as her duty's promise,
Perpetuity o'er her trusting beau,
White feathers sure faith like St. Thomas,
Stinger pleased tradeoff for wings, ... love to ... grow.
Since their first meet, a love story is told,
Distant and flighty, not really quite so,
Sweetest start, bitter end, somber bells tolled,
Never dare edit just best left to glow.
Romantic readers love its status quo,
Shakespeare best, “Juliet and Romeo.”
Begging me for my assets
Onyx skin black and beautiful
Yolked equally in purple passion
Fuchsia feeling you deep in soul
Red reading you like a classic
Intoxicated as indigo story’s unfold
Energy emerald vested fantastic
Needing neon kisses holding you close
Dipping in me like lake or sea of gold
I wasn't there with you that day
But did you feel my spirit say
I'm right behind you, you can't see
My presence here, I'm floating free
I saw your beauty there alright
You're so becoming to my sight
And in your jeans you look so fine
I'll leave it there, those thoughts are mine
A dream awoke me in the night
On my chair I saw a light
Then you approached me through the mist
And greeted me with smile and kiss
I pled don't go I know this is
A dream, a love song, hers and his
Oh please my dear stay with me long
Envelop me within your song
I've loved you for a thousand years
Or so it seems, the great Shakespeare
Could write of this and it would be
An instant classic, ode esprit
For these ladies, coffee served only to bring a frown
For alas, they had just seen their husbands drown :(
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Based on Ch.10: "Go Away, We Have Just Seen Our Husbands Drown"
in A Night to Remember: The Classic Account of the Final Hours of the Titanic by Walter Lord, 1955 (re-print 2005)
What’s a ‘timeless classic’
or a ‘taste of Heaven'
A ‘fabulous play’
a ‘real field day’…
What’s the ‘meaning’
of ‘meaningful’
Who needs it, anyway
As I lie here beside you
all else fades away
APRIL FLOWERS
Know the April flowers.
Daisies and sweet peas are
April birth month flowers.
In-season April ones,
like the April showers.
Know the April flowers.
The in-season classic
tulips, which mean perfect
or deep love, give sense to
April love they project.
Know the April flowers.
The classic, romantic
roses mean love, romance.
Classic gardenias
also give love a chance.
Know the April flowers.
As romantic flowers,
gardenias can mean
a secret love and joy.
April, when love is seen. \
4/12/22 All April In Monchielle Poetry
Andrea Dietrich
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Passion of his heart, beating fast.
That one true soul, he longs to know.
Those tempting smiles, to be outcast.
He’s found the one, his seed to sow.
Her eyes - the sky; her hair - the sun.
The inner squeeze, of her - he’s pleased.
He dares her space and finds her fun.
This man enrapts her smile, when teased.
The harp’s accord, the zephyr-beast.
So gentle-strong, the wind of love.
They twirl about a moonlight-feast.
Crowd jealous of a single dove.
He plucked mirth-rose in love-blind whim.
They soared in pitch, a soulmate-match.
His chalice, rich - to peak of rim.
The purest rose - a classic catch.
Given our time on Earth
we are a Spiritual Being
having a Human experience
not a Human having a Spiritual experience
all non human life is drawn from instinct
our lives are born from Emotions
therein lies the classic Rub.
Be one with all and all is you.
You've always known me as I have known you,
we must've sent glances ten thousand times.
Beyond all our days done, both bright and blue;
regal fates fail in moving my windchimes.
The ringing we wait for, whilst hoping here
when we must still stay many miles apart;
hearing wee whispers fade year after year
like broken halves of one's only true heart.
So I reach to give you a tiny touch.
Will you feel it? Shall you summon me in?
Taste the sweet embrace that you seek so much,
our life as one may finally begin.
Court has known of us and my wanting you -
together, let's see what we can dare do.
Sonnet 113 words 14 lines
A court couple's secret message, circa 1600.
Playfully dancing she teases a lot,
Swinging what she has in the air,
Imagination is high with her small kitten ears,
As she breaks through the final frontier,
Flipping and whipping her fantastic toys,
Her toys that are now part of her,
Performing for me alone on our stage,
For me, her classic voyeur,
Then she looks through my eyes into my soul,
She looks to what I want the most,
And hands me her leash made of beautiful leather,
With jewels, it’s wrapping her throat,
And her tail brushes my armour when I pull her to me,
Setting everything off in my brain,
My beautifully gorgeous sweet little love,
Every night when we’re playing our game.
When he says he'll be
Right back
I profess to be
Left Beethoven
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If I were to love (just saying,
for I am old now
and much of the heat dissipated)
but--if, just saying--
that Classic love
of body and soul,
it would be
with someone like you:
Not the eyes of stars
nor breasts like moons
sweat down of maternity
but the dearness of Christ
and His angels,
such feelings that made Him God
and gave all he raised up
wings and heavens to soar.
So, if I love, just saying
indeed I love
just praying
and even more
again vowing
but this time
not till death do us part
but with truer divinity
far exceeding
the learning heart….
Just a little ditty
about two sown pretty ...
Each eager for a fabric
woven with love classic
had ridden textile wagons
thru much spastic traffic.
Seeking their prime patent
of material fantastic, they
both fell flattened in cloth
scenes dramatic; wrinkle-doom,
static dragons had torched
all their wagons.
Then, a textile server sewed
them together with threaded
fervor. Now two, his burlap
made battens are by her satin
fastened to strap their love
gladdened in passion’s best
lacy tatting. Their burlap and
satin when curled up in nothin’
is the best seamed somethin’
in the fabric magic patent.
... CayCay Jennings
March 21, 2018