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Saint Valentine Poems - Poems about Saint Valentine


Premium Member Woman, Woman, Muse Of Saint-Valentine
You, gorgeous Muse, with velvety skin The sugary sap of my poetic pen And the sole labyrinth of my soul You inspire me and I adore you. You are my perennial spring smile The garden of my ethereal flowers The leitmotif of my dreams in exile And the fictional oasis of the fall showers. You are the guardian angel who's never absent And the...

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Categories: saint valentine, angel, beauty, friendship love,
Form: Rhyme
Saint Valentine
He held not one sword. Scattering crimson parchment- encouraging love forsaken by men with narrow hearts. Weddings in the cradle of night. Sweet songs are sung softly, by few brave enough to witness, holding candles. Ready to hush their glow as soldiers scour the streets. Hunting the steadfast will of love. Devouring the flesh of those found with steel and flame- Fed to starven Lions for the...

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Categories: saint valentine, dedication, deep, history, life,
Form: Free verse



Saint Valentine
Man of good intension, of love, honour, though defied Roman emperor Claudius, became a Martyr died without mourner, yet over centuries became most glorious, Roman army free of affection or love, dedicated Fighting men was Claudius's law, man of the cloth married lovers as he should, Claudius beheaded him and that's for sure, from priest to Saint this good man became, lovers all over...

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Categories: saint valentine, celebration, christian, dedication, devotion,
Form: Rhyme
A Gift From Saint Valentine
Rose and jasmine may loose their charm and enchanting fragrance ...

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Categories: saint valentine, valentines day,
Form: Blank verse
Premium Member Drenched In Red With Saint Valentine
Straight-up the arrows, hard-pressed the doors to all the rooms in all the houses on Clark Street. Father Coughlin brought blessings thinned with broth from potato peelings. Women poured tears into fringed shawls, and buried their dead above Dublin’s seashore, along the banks of the river Liffey. Through the years, the ghost of James Clark, Bugsy’s brother-in-law, pursued Al Capone all the way to his grave....

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Categories: saint valentine, corruption, murder,
Form: Dramatic Monologue




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