Love Simile Poems | Examples
These Love Simile poems are examples of Simile poems about Love. These are the best examples of Simile Love poems written by international poets.
CELESTIALLY GRACED LOVE
The day has its sun,
And the night, its moon;
I’m blessed to have you,
Each day and its night:-
For your love is as
The cosmic beauty,
Reflecting the shiny glow
Of God’s divine light:-
As you are the ever glowing
Sun and moon of my heart,
May I likewise be of your heart:-
And may God forever grace us
In this onederful onement of
The oneness of our love:-
JOURNEYING WITH WISDOM
Like the sun and its being,
Wisdom knows no dimness;
Her light is eternal, and where she is,
There can never be ignorance of darkness:-
For like the sun, she shines forever bright
In the inner sanctum of the ego of mind:
Inevitable truths, flowing like an enlightening river
From the valley of the womb of God’s infallibility,
Forever birthing the living word of the tree of life;
With the divineness of guidance always available
To those seeking her cosmic counseling:-
And may the source of wisdom’s floating river
Forever stream the depths of the valley of my spirit,
Spewing service to all, in dedicated labors of love:
My wages, her flowing baptizing waters:-
CELESTIALLY GRACED LOVE
The day has its sun,
And the night, its moon:-
I am blessed to have you,
Each bright day and night:-
Your presence is as the cosmic beauty of God:
Reflecting the shiny, glorious glow of His light:-
As you are my ever glowing sun of my day,
May I ever be your glowing moon of your night:-
When love is working,
hate is busy challenging;
faith, busy winning:-
Where love is working,
melting away all despair,
hate is as ice in the sun:-
In labors of love,
injustice is defeated;
and justice is won:-
Let love’s heart lead you:
the fuel-pump of your courage,
justice’s compass:-
Be a love worker,
dismantling oppression,
building liberty:-
There’s crucifixion,
and there is resurrection;
be God’s laborer:-
Urgent is the will,
The self is as still as the night;
Apathy controlling;
Urgency calling,
The will remains imprisoned;
And apathy, keyless;
Urgency calling,
Apathy, shedding useless tears;
Fear controlling action:-
Genesis begins all,
Revelation ends it all;
Life dwells in between:-
Apathy is like a cold stone
Nestling in the mud;
Decision, like a swing in the wind;
Action roars like a lion,
And races like a waterfall
Roaring to its destiny;
Cold stones are no match
For angry sledgehammering chaos,
And in sunlight, mud dries and crusts over:-
Life should be woven
In a web of love, netting all
In a beehive of togetherness;
Indeed, there is no apathy
In the lives of hiving bees;
They live in onederful oneness:-
Let us strive to live life
In conscientious, concentric,
Cosmic onement;
Let us strive to live life,
Void of all senses of neglected apathy;
Let’s choose to be as bees, not as the mud:-
Wealth, a siren's charm, alluring and bright
A pillow's softness, a thimble's gentle might
It provides for earthly needs, a feast to behold
Yet, in its depths, a darkness unfolds
Oh, wealth! Where is thy dominion?
Poverty's cold grasp awaits, a dismal throne
A worm on a hook, luring the unsuspecting prey
Into a realm of excess, where virtues fade away
With dastardly cunning, it deletes the lines
Of custom and tradition, leaving only decline
A game of chance, where flies buzz, sensing decay
A babe in arms, fed poison, as the future slips away
Oh, wealth! Where is thy wand?
Unfolding minds like Sodom's gates, ajar to sin
Multiplying desires, like an untamed, raging sea
Disorienting hearts, like shifting sands, lost and free
You deceived the prodigal son, with promises so grand
A mansion's luxury, a selfish, wandering hand
Despising family ties, and the love that once was true
A leader's arrogance, forsaking the greater good, anew
All I ask is a little love,
All I ask is a little time with you,
I know you hate me to the core,
I know you don’t love me anymore,
But why can’t I understand that,
Why am I not able to sleep at nights,
You are the only one in my dreams,
I couldn’t stop thinking about you,
Sometimes I cry,
Sometimes I sleep in the day,
I wake up and you were not there,
No text from you,
I know you will be happy without me,
I wish for you to make new friends,
Make new relations,
Create strong memories so it makes you forget me,
And on the day you are getting married,
I only wish you both a huge congratulations,
I know you will be happy and smiling,
I pray for your vows to be true,
I know for sure that it won’t be me,
And it is a good thing,
I’m a stupid, I made you cry,
I hope the other one isn’t like me but better than me,
I wish it was me but no,
.......
I miss you.
Hived souls in oneness,
Sweetly working together:
We should live as bees:-
In divine labors of love,
Let us collectively live:-
OF ANOTHER DAY'S DAWNING
Like sunshine of day,
again I have a dawning;
labors of love waiting:-
His love incarcerates her heart
Like a prisoner captive in shackles
Inescapable
All consuming,
Overwhelming
Like a magnet to its metal.
UMOJA
(A Kwanza Triad)
Love's the greatest gift;
It's the harvest of Christ;
Nourishing oneness:-
Like fruits and their seeds,
Let us be in life's onement;
Ripening in oneness:-
In love's unity,
Let's live in oneness;
God having us be:-
Love came to me like a warm fire
Hugging me in a cold wintry night
As a burning bush you engulfed me
In your flames of desire
A little delay till our souls met
Never caused any harm
It was God's miracle
That brought us together in this cosmic bond
But it takes time to embrace the pain
Of not having you near
And loving you wholeheartedly strong.
I miss you
like the parched earth thirsts for the rain
I miss you
like the nightingale's song heralds the coming of spring
I miss you
like the night birds wait for the darkness to fall
I miss you
like a warm campfire on a chilly wintry night
I miss you
like the sunshine on a damp cloudy day
I miss you
infinitely in every possible way
Do you miss me like I do?
red box in the window,
inside a black widow
playing this fiddle tune,
heartbreak to be consumed.
she is not some honey,
she is not for money,
she’s just kinda hungry,
for your body and mind.
in the nighttime moonlight,
when the orb blinks outloud,
this is where you’ll find her_
that lovemaking neon sound.
I enjoy the burn of the lighter's flame pushed by the wind.
I enjoyed the burn of the one who had made me smitten again.
I enjoyed it while it lasted, just like a cigarette.