Lovered Poems - Poems about Lovered

Your roses are for your love. In roses there lies red. In red is blood, carnelian soul; life, your life, a life you devote so diligently to another’s; the colour of your ardour, the roses in their cheeks. In red is the heart, your heart, their heart, the hearts you sold to another pair of hands. In red...

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. My gift to him is simple Red Hot Cinnamon Sweet Hearts Hot to match his red hot ways ...

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Pass the field of red clover Down the hill sown in fescue Hides a winding, lazy brook mother Protecting her young aquatic few The tall paper birch shades and hides my lover The lover's tryst, passionate desires coo Pass the field of red clover Down the hill sown in fescue Come away with me, stay with me, lover Your loves bright light to my...

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LOVE STORIES (6 Haikus) on one long low string plumbing the depth of despair violincello like sharp pixie nails teasing hurting sadistic mascara blue smoke she says “I love you” perfumed breath mascara eyes flask of red red wine both vulnerable blue cigarette smoke curling tears...

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As the first red rose blooms The first bloom of summer__see It reminds me of you dear For I know how much you Love roses especially those of red I long to see you soon But our eyes won't gaze soon I'll have to enjoy the blooms All by myself__ they are red Like all my blood flowing see From my broken heart that you Broke...

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So still the night around her As perfumed candles softly dance To the breath of tears now falling Upon the petals in her hands Glistening drops of memories Cascade slowly down her face As she is taken back through time To a once upon a place Where once she was a dancer Upon a stage dressed in his smile And blood red roses were an...

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The bright red convertible His midlife-crisis-mobile. Traded his faithful pick-up truck For newer wheels. Traded his faithful wife For not as new mistress. Changing his life , he said, Changing everyone elses too. Trying to recapture a youth He had only had in dreams. Bright red convertible. ...

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Guilt has no imagination. It arrives in the form of red roses. I have come to hate red roses. Guilt has no imagination. It cries the same tears and promises the same promises. Guilt has...

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He can write most classic words, filled with passion and Romance, Whilst She pens a unique verse, showing him,She really cares. He can send her a Red Rose, with his name,on it embossed, She can send him Hugs and kisses, Sealed with Love,Wrapped in Red Ribbons. He can send her,a Huge card, Saying, from the very start, She have captured his whole Heart, even though...

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The red roses are in the vase On the coffee table, They were in your hand On the way home last night. Their colour shines As if to show they're so proud. Silent are the red roses, They don't want to disturb love. Is red the colour of love? Ambitious and arrogant? Then why do I have this fear of...

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RED is steamy, sexy Filled with love, warmed hearts Tied together, never apart. Sweet RED lipstick, kissing RED hearts floating in the air Showing each other how much you care. RED is mad, upset Full of hurt and pain Angry, with tears falling like the rain. Hot, RED in the face Full of hate, Crushed, betrayed, very irate. RED is hot, spicy It can be sour, or sweet It...

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The Alfa Romeo sport flaunting her red Physical chemistry of love, red-handed; Whizzes past in frills to blow the mind Eighteen plus a zero the speeding craze. A Red riding hood into the city of bears Busting forth from the red blood heart; Teddies groan to love in crimson blush Crush a heart here, one there to bleed: No damn war fated...

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The bouquet arrived with one red rose, encased in a mass of white, the single rose told of a secret, always denied by his dear wife. Like clockwork every month of May the red rose he would save, placing down a wreath of white, upon his wife's grave. The White represented happiness, one for every year, he spoke to...

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The gold moon drips drops of yellow Into the softness of the dark's blue Velvet petals of red roses release The sweet smell of their perfume Within the garden of life and dreams Love whispers smiles of memories Desire shadows the mind's eye Seeing between blinking We dare to believe the little voices Inside our hearts that dare to question Answers to beautiful to believe...

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