Short Love Relationships Poems

i clench both eye lids
awaiting for my first kiss
it was terrible...

Read More

there’s no pain in love
     it’s lying about loving
          it’s the lie that hurts
...

Read More

Leaving marks on his flesh,
my words mean I'm here 
trapped in his silky hands 
I'm digging us a hole;
to trap our veneration for eachother
now let us just dream....

Read More

What I liked about him was this: 
He was cotton candy on some days
And dental floss on others —
A guilty pleasure, sweet and light
Or wholesome, fresh breath to set a day right...

Read More

The Stake
by Michael R. Burch

Love, the heart bets,
if not without regrets,
will still prove, in the end,
worth the light we expend
mining the dark
for an exquisite heart.

Originally published by The Lyric...

Read More

In quandary I stood
Like a child
Who's lost his way.

Sockets rolling,
Eyes probing,
Two beautiful roses beckon.

Rule: Thou shall take not more that one.

Rose A,
Rose B,
Both full of love and life.

Selfish mind,
Desiring both,
Impossible wish....

Read More

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!...

Read More

The motherhood  like the earth
Like  seeds we get the birth 
The fatherhood like the sky 
Like birds who have forgot to fly 
The brotherhood like the stars 
Like  hearts left with no scars 
The sisterhood like the moon
Like souls sleeping in noon
The teachers like the sun 
Like days all about the fun
The childhood like summer 
Like all worries down in slumber...

Read More

Modern Romance:

is a series of 
					messages across
profiles inflated,
					balloons full of
hot air.

it is an annulment signed and dated,
easier to wax seal than talk through.

it is a leaf without veins to drink,
a dragonfly with no charger.

it is a wind that creates no lasting breeze,
a beach with rocks for spittle and plastic for lips.

but sometimes those ongoing
					anonymous messages might
even eventually
			meet....

Read More

Love is not love that never looked
within itself and questioned all,
curled up like a zygote in a ball,
throbbed, sobbed and shook.

(Or went on a binge at a nearby mall,
then would not cook.)

Love is not love that never winced,
then smiled, convinced
that soar’s the prerequisite of fall.

When all
its wounds and scars have been saline-rinsed,
where does Love find the wherewithal
to try again,
endeavor, when

all that it knows
is: O, because!...

Read More