Short Old Love Poems
Short Old Love Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Old Love by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Old Love by length and keyword.
Today I’m thankful for old love
and for me….
what makes old love so wonderful
is….
how sometimes it’s as young as it used to be.
as rain beats against my window pane~
thoughts of an old love plague my brain
05/12/2022
Alexis Y.
holding back the tears
reading an old love letter
it made me smile then
perhaps i should wait longer
they say that "time heals all wounds"...
Rubicon Crossing
I stand on the bank
looking at the deep water
old love behind me
new life on the other side
once I cross no turning back
Unfaded, though yellowed
Paper wrote on
Love's clear mention.
As fragrant, though musty
The box found in
Love's sweet meaning.
Last Friday had became one of my most happiest days.
He sweetly spoken words to me better than any praise.
Feel I found again: an old love that as always forever stays.
As long as the ashes of our old dying romance burn,
I keep inhaling what is left of what it is I yearn.
As long as he is still around, there is still more from him to learn.
WinterOfLove
Tales of old love with hot fires
Blooms my passion for you more
Winters are coming to revive your love ones more
In my heart and soul
Stories of us are forever
Listening The Easy Way
To old love songs what say
Sweet Georgia Brown
My Melody Of Love
Come Fly With Me
Tonight I Celebrate My Love
When I Need You
Annie's Song
A Song For All Lovers
New life, new neighbors
old life, more sadness
new adventures, new pain
old adventures, more sadness
new love, new feelings
old love, new love
new, old, no differece, they'll always be the same.
Old
worn clothes,
same old love,
in solitude.
Time to go home for family supper.
Those days were joyful. never forgotten.
Time passes on,
same true love,
New car,
Clothes.
my old love nears
heartbeat skips then thumps
crinkled brow leaks
shadows slithering
here, there, nowhere
eyes unblinking
eardrums pulsing
from darkness, whispers tumble
'come, hurry to me'
Above all comes sorrow,
burning old love letters
in ashes of time's arrow.
Above all comes sorrow,
how I was strait and narrow
and listened to my elders.
Above all comes sorrow,
burning old love letters.
Tears on the wind
Crying in rain
Memories hurt
Sadness again
Smiling in sun
Laughter reborn
Healing from hurt
No time to mourn
Old love expired
New love required
For Gail’s Tears on the Wind contest
Young love lives
Old love dies
New feelings hide
Wonder now why
Pondering love
Question why
Love could buy
A brand new guy
Your love I still crave
Our past forgave
Swept beneath the rug
Stupid stupid love
Scents of flora,shaken out from old love
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Our night, our walk, our song,
Our words, our voices talking all night long.
Into the next day we stayed - then sweet rain came.
Until the end of time we lovingly remain.
September 17, 2021
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L. Milton Hankins
I thought I felt your touch on me again
The ghost of distant memories returned
Returned to look me in the eyes and prove
That I'll never really be over you
And with the shock the phantom touch brought me
Arrived the frost a lonely heart runs from
reading
old love letters
from a past he cannot
recall and she sorrows feeling
the loss
of love
and certain death
coming quickly for him,
quietly overcome with grief
she flees.
reading
the loss
of love
she flees
On the mountain looking down
from the highest peak,
my old love and I held hands.
No words did we speak.
Murmur of a stream
was the serenade we heard -
youth’s sweet tranquil dream.
June 25, 2021
For the Seguidilla Poetry Contest of William Kekaula
The flames of the fire of our love
may have abated and subsided
but its embers still menacingly glow
and from time to time it's re-ignited
searing through us like lava's hot flow
until by joy fulfilled and delighted
it flickers, returning, mellowing slow,
into its normal pedestrian groove.
repost inspired by Laura's contest
we painted rainbows
you and I,
'cross our golden sky;
one by one the years
rolled away,
but a vow,once made,
still lives on,
brightly,as before;
this pot of treasure
worth much more than gold;
riches,untold
to sustain us,as
we grow old;
this love,grows not cold
. for public domain
She stands beside me,
one foot in Heaven,
one foot rooted firmly,
on this sullen Earth,
and between we two,
all that has ever been,
all I ever long to see,
all that is or could be,
appears on Her face
when She smiles at me,
and holds my coat sleeve,
to steady our footsteps.
I read him my poems and he said, Oh I feel so sorry for you.
Had I read him a newspaper, would he still have felt sorry?
To read him a novel of mine, would have been too long
and would he have lost interest by now?
But I read him some old love letters,
now, he is really sorry for me.
You are miles from me as I write this...
And, it is difficult to say how much you are missed...
I sense a presence beside me all day long
Whispering comforts when everything seems wrong...
Looking up at the stars, moonlit sky gets me wishing you were here...
All I ask, my love, of you...
Is to remain to our love, true....
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