Love Quatern Poems | Examples
These Love Quatern poems are examples of Quatern poems about Love. These are the best examples of Quatern Love poems written by international poets.
Line of inquiry:
“We look at spirit not at form
Our touch is gentle, kind and warm
We but reflect God’s love and light
‘Tis the path to which we conform” - Unseeking Seeker
Bliss we find on the path we’re on,
for spirit has become our guide.
Since God became our liaison,
free of pride, we are open-eyed.
Since thoughtfulness to all we show,
bliss we find on the path we’re on,
and we are engulfed in the glow
of a wonderfully bright dawn.
It’s to light and love we are drawn,
reflecting these in all we do.
Bliss we found on the path we’re on,
and more than lovely is the view.
We glide with grace in God’s embrace
with inner beauty of a swan,
our mindset in a peaceful space.
Bliss we find on the path we’re on.
Heart’s at peace in our sunset years,
which is no mere figure of speech,
since reduced are desires and fears
and heaven’s light seems within reach.
Ambling along in witness mode,
heart’s at peace in our sunset years,
wherein singing to love an ode,
we’re suffused with bliss that endears.
Our destiny God Himself steers,
for now with ego cravings gone,
heart’s at peace in our sunset years,
with each life breath ushering dawn.
According to conscience consent,
going wherever bliss throb spears,
simply by following the scent,
heart’s at peace in our sunset years.
Can you feel me in my silence?
I hold my words like fragile glass~
unclear which ones will agitate,
unsure if truth will cost too much.
I wait, my patience wearing thin.
Can you feel me in my silence?
I want to speak, but shadows rise;
and every thought retreats again.
I reach for courage, lose my grip.
I stall, falter, then hesitate.
Can you feel me in my silence?
I do not want to disappear.
I hope you hear the pain I hide~
the ache behind my quiet breath,
the fear that love might break again.
Can you feel me in my silence?
Line of inquiry: “joy, empathy, compassion on an upward arc an effervescence eternal causes bliss ignition to start”
Joy, empathy, compassion rise~
fruits Your Spirit stirs within me,
living waters bubble inside,
cleanses my heart, making it new.
Fruits Your Spirit stirs within me,
joy, empathy, compassion rise~
Your holy breath lifts up my soul,
effervescence from heaven’s light.
Living waters bubble inside,
Grace gives warmth to my humble soul
joy, empathy, compassion rise~
igniting faith the way fire falls.
Cleanses the heart, making it new,
fruits Your spirit stirs within me,
living waters bubble inside~
joy, empathy, compassion rise.
Bliss is the path we walk upon
Enabled by God’s grace of course
Wherein we ascend as we yawn
Without employing use of force
Melding head with toroidal heart
Bliss is the path we walk upon
All we do is add love to cart
Then each breath intake ushers dawn
As heartbeats renew we’re reborn
Divine joy pausing flow of time
Bliss is the path we walk upon
Acknowledging love’s chime sublime
In stillness slowing down life’s pace
With cravings of ego withdrawn
In heart we see God face to face
Bliss is the path we walk upon
Through the shadows, God sends His light
A soft prayer, making things right
In this story, you’ll learn of life
His gentle healing of all strife
Blessings fall over souls so bright
Through the shadows, God sends His light
Restoring lives who feel such grace
He is the love that we’ll embrace
Tender love is His gift to all
Hear His voice, follow His call
Through the shadows, God sends His light
Echo of hope, sure to excite
Praise to God, who’s writing my time
In notes of wonder, joy and rhyme
Blessing away the fears of night
Through the shadows, God sends His light
Moving on is all for the best
when love has become beyond stale.
When misery can’t be suppressed,
you feel like a hopeless beached whale.
When fighting is all that you do,
moving on is all for the best.
To your own self you are not true
if you’re stuck lonely and depressed.
You’ll only get more and more stressed
if you have done all that you can.
Moving on is all for the best
for the loveless woman or man.
Who doesn’t want some affection
and to feel something deep in their chest?
When love has no resurrection,
moving on is all for the best.
Quatern is such a perfect verse
From poets we would never curse
Just eight syllables in a line
Written so they’re sweeter than wine
Written so our hearts might rehearse
Quatern is such a perfect verse
Filled with light, life and precious love
A poem of joy from above
Often words seem to fit just right
Stealing the show, lighting the night
Quatern is such a perfect verse
Written by souls who won’t coerce
Just four stanzas reveal a plan
a poem before we began
not a word the heart can reverse
Quatern is such a perfect verse
The moon was full so big and bright
You should have seen it late last night
A million stars winked out there too!
And then, it made me think of you
It really was an awesome sight
The moon was full so big and bright
And then, it left me feeling blue
My darling wife, our love is true
Yet, something that I thought to do
Last night I really thought it through
The moon was full so big and bright
A perfect time for candlelight
Alone together just us two
The moon and stars were there on cue
Then we made love, the time was right
The moon was full so big and bright
The Survey Man
He knocks on the door, rat a tat
I was fast asleep on the couch
Another knock, I yawn then stretch,
The postman? Perhaps. Trick or treat?
Not with it, I open the door
Just an inch, but dogs both escape
The man laughs, as I chase their tails
Evade me like a butterfly
I finally get them back in
The man clears his throat, “I’m sorry”
His grin not apologetic
A story to tell back office
“No bother” I wryly retort
“We love playing Tom and Jerry”
“What did you want?” This best be good
“Just a quick survey – have you pets?”
I was a tender, fragrant rose,
free and beautiful to the eye -
and, likewise, pleasing to the nose.
One February, I would die -
massacred on Valentine's Day,
I was a tender, fragrant rose.
Why did we give our lives away -
my sisters and I, tied with bows?
'Twas only fickle fate, that chose
a boy to love a pretty girl.
I was a tender, fragrant rose
who died just as I would unfurl -
all for a love that also died,
wilted, stole by a wind that blows -
forgotten, after those two cried.
I was a tender, fragrant rose.
Old memories can come and go
some stay within, and some we share
quite when they come, we do not know
they often creep up, unaware.
Then, do we often wonder why
old memories can come and go
some make us laugh, some make us cry
all taken from our own tableau.
A smell, a taste, a movie show,
wet dogs, a cut, a bruise, a kiss;
old memories can come and go
along with folk you’ve lost and miss.
And all the love, or hurt, or pain
to be, or been; this you will know;
that as you age, you ascertain
old memories can come and go.
Immediate and intimate,
is the light of Self, filled with bliss,
an ocean of love, in full spate,
in time stretched peace, nothing amiss.
The pulse of peace in heart imbibed,
immediate and intimate,
a state that cannot be described,
is rapture that does not abate.
To reclaim soul’s light is our fate,
bliss magnetism divine sublime,
immediate and intimate
conjuring in heart, a love rhyme.
Path to heaven as we retrace,
chakras whir, polarities mate,
enabled solely by God’s grace,
immediate and intimate.
let us correct the way we look
body shell is shaped from earth’s crust
discard all knowing, burn the book
we’re spirit, not this form of dust
God as living light, dwells in all
let us correct the way we look
truth of our true Self please recall
who in truth we are, we mistook
faults of others let’s overlook
know each soul’s journey is unique
let us correct the way we look
God’s light within is what we seek
sing a hymn, conjure a love verse
from ego cravings, let’s unhook
we are one with the universe
let us correct the way we look
“Memories come forth to say...
we are with you to stay.”
__by Poet
This was the passageway she took
beneath the limbs of maple trees;
to this day still, I turn and look
and feel her joy to help and please.
I watched her walk across the grass;
this was the passageway she took.
With all the love she could amass
she'd come out from the shaded nook.
For from her home to mine partook
to visit for a while and stay.
This was the passageway she took;
still see her there as branches sway.
Yes, there she was, my mother dear;
I miss those visits- long-forsook.
Above, she keeps my vision clear;
this was the passageway she took.