Narrative Love Poems

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My new Comforter is soft, warms my soul and adds brightness to my life. And...

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"The Let Down"

it’s never 
what you think 
it’s going to be like,

The Let Down.

rushes in 
and hurts like hell.

after a while
the softness 
in the heart
falls,...

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I left poetry

Don't ask me how much i was
Love to write
All the beautiful butterfly surround
Me colours of rainbow give count 
less emotions May be I...

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**  For My Dear Dog Dreaming **?

As our most holy Lord  from his 
Luminescent Heaven might wish of us,
We’ve a model for dawns...

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snuggled up to the gentle fire
under the moon and stars 
he rests his head
and nestles into
a long lingering
swig of whiskey 
that drifts his mind
on the...

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"Black Pearl" 

I was told,

I was like a grain of sand
that found its way in my 
mother’s ocean to a strange
home, where there within, 
I...

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"Metahuman" 

Departure comes sliding in 
like a mist wrapping its 
tentacles around you.

you can fight it   ;
but on reflection 
when mirrors aren’t covered,

and...

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"The Forgotten and Fluctuations of Awareness" 

When the crime 
was committed,
the writing 
was already on the wall,

no one listened. 
It climbed insidiously
out through the cracks
like...

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I still have a smile on my face
From the lines that I trace

A festoon that started on your cheek
Through ribbons of your hair, still making...

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I spread my blanket 
Quickly on the bed
I see a small hole
With needle and thread
I begin to mend
Working very slow
I begin to mind
My cat suddenly...

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"The Language of Love" 

prophecies in pulpits
and stories of kindness
for children 
before bedtime

we were told 
of one who 
would arrive
with his legions

upon clouds;

some say they...

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Little Jessica was six years old. Her mother walked her to school
everyday and she would pick her up from school and walk her home.
 ...

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Her name was Linda, and she was born in Rosario, Argentina.
His name was Luther, and he was born in Xinghua, China.
Both Linda and Luther were...

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...First off it seemed that her husband
had no been an abusive man,
just a nebbish actually,
it was clear she had worn the pants.

She’d married him for...

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