With Love Poems - Poems about With Love

I stand beneath the partly cloudy sky

I stand beneath the partly cloudy sky 
for hours mesmerizing at each night 
looking at neglected concert houses 
I know you’ll never forget me over there
I’m always missing out dancing
and when blood is in your head
you know what you’re about
you want to find someone 
who’ll love you and that’s easy
but I want a woman I

I can't be

I can’t be
 sharing 
 my body  
 with you  
 who’s now a shallow pool 
 though the room is offices
 I can hear them panting now
   his saliva wet every bedsheet
he’s your boss
          your CEO
     

I’m a dumb rooster’s beak

I’m a dumb rooster’s beak
 pecking broken chunks of cheese
                             from every event
every moment is astonishment
           

you have something to tell me

you have something to tell me
                          before afterglow
because I have a man’s feelings
           you can’t buy it from me
that even

watch my wristwatch

watch my wristwatch
      and what time is it
     I cannot not tell you
though this is partly sunny
each laughter from the room
                    is that document
   

Flashes of Colors In The Dark

This is such a dark room
that needs a dust & broom
and two lovers' attention,
if I had a cane to raise,
but I'll fall so suddenly.

Lost within my tomb,
cobwebs are on the rise,
Silently is the tune,
If I could kiss you on the cheek,
I may see some colour,
return back to my face,
and moist becomes the lips,
that fingers run

THE VALUE OF X

I searched through and through just to find it.
Looked among varying variables, while holding my love's coefficients to multiply with.
I summed up my expressions, ready to find the term
that could be my constant, in the midst of the unknown.

I believed in her geometric prowess.
With the leap of faith, we passed the "sine's," "cosine's," and "tangent's"

blackest wings scale higher than mountains

 Blackest wings, scale higher than mountains
in the chill of tonight's air,
scarred and bleeding from within,
determined to reach her lover's side,
A voice calls out to her voyage
but her vision gets lost
as it starts to drizzle and rain.

She collides & in such pain,
her claws trying to embed in the side
of the rocks but she keeps skidding

My son's guitar

To play a guitar is one thing I always yearned 
On a day like any other I finally decided to learn. 
My Son's Guitar is made for a child, small in stature.
I strum the strings, an out of tune melody is what my ears capture.
Last time I tried I quit, knowing the challenge of acquiring

Louise

We know she was born that
blissful July, perhaps sooner. But we never settled

on a time of death, so the tombstone 
sits on my nightstand for now

I water daffodils with
black coffee—I want to plant them

next to her grave, where I'll
never visit. It's the least I can do since I

can't visit her, as you'll be there 
to

Citrus Note

And I loved him at that
March midnight, the one when spring was
late. They say she was caught up
in a reminiscent movie
—even love was black and white back then

What I wouldn’t give
for those days, side by side in
July's bliss, brewing
summer coffee. It had a hint of
tangerine. Isn't it miraculous? How
the bitter umber can carry
a note so

Never meant to part

For weeks, my hands searched your side of the bed,
Yet emptiness mocked the warmth I desired.
Our love now lives in a distant, closed past,
Where memories refuse to fade or dim.

That morning you spoke your final good-bye
Turned my whole world to a mourning ground.
I lost the knowing of what love feels like,
For your absence drove me

Hiku: sweet love sings in hearts

be the ~r~h~y~t~h~m~~
of the °°p°°o°°e°°m°° my h¦e¦a¦r¦t 
                         ~w~~r~~i~~t~~e~~s~
sweet love s•       n•         s•
    

Flaming Wheat

I have loved too much,
its just imagery in my head.
You can tease me kindly
and I'll love you fondly,
I know its flirting at the end,
Those all-seeing eyes
like the shining of bright
Pelicans flap and cry
when its not time to fly.
Dead at the end graffiti
A rebel's chest not perished.
These old steps decrepit
barely can take my weight
and my visions

A Lecture upon Shadow Reply to John Donne

Stand still, I say, listen very carefully,
We made shadows, when we walking in morn,
Back shadows donot saw,they hide already,
The love you say innocent,that is mourn.


Hide mistakes behind me you say love 
While noon only does hot with high warm of flame 
How it is noble stage when not comforts nerve?
If we donot do any mistake,

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