Love Write Poems | Examples
These Love Write poems are examples of Write poems about Love. These are the best examples of Write Love poems written by international poets.
Artist Versus Entertainers
Philosophically well educated
Obfuscation methods in placement
Evolution from their predecessors
Thought induction with language
Interpretation may vary
Subjective and misinterpretation
Hopeful to make changes
Unleashing words as weapons
Mental landscape vivisection
Anomaly amongst the lilies
Nature appointed tether
Ideological meaning hidden
Thunder before the rain
Yugen laced Ya'aburnee
My love has shadows, they are dark like a moon, they turn day by day, leaving their mark.
My love has never shown me the dark side, but I feel it from afar.
Like a calendar every moment in time has stories it tells.
Stories of love and hate, the thin veil between time and fate.
Like the moon wants the day and the sun burns the dark away, my love has the struggles with the shadows each day.
My love is so sweet, like the berries on the vine, they fill me with sweet divine.
My love also has a shadow, that is like the lion, and will roar, when needed.
My love is strong and works for good, not giving into the evil doers.
Life has shadows, we all can see and feel, so pray and love each day.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
A song is a poem
With rhythms and rhymes
It would be a blasphemy
Not to say it and explain it.
A song is a prose
Put on pause
Intermittently
With various beats and tempos.
A song makes you dance
A poem makes you dream
And a prose helps us examine.
A poem is a classical prose
With harmonic words
And well-calculated rhymes and verses
A poem is really fantastic.
A song makes you live
A poem makes you revive
And a prose helps us survive.
Copyright © December 2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
want write poems that not
bout politics life's weighty
absurdities death's grip all
simple poems contentment
son's enthusiasm energy
wife's cooking heroic endurance
kitten's bouncing curiosity
old cat's slowing solitude
dog praying hard reform
colors fall newness spring
mowing leaves grass gazing
on in forest looking beyond
tree tops lake mirage day
venus mars night
bach lifting toward
mozart floating down
heaven singing love conquering
fulfilled voluntary unions bodies
cooperation nations peace
strength through peace soul society
treading softly near edge
old habit making safe path
some sweet day will
I. Prostitutes
Poets words are prostitutes,
Used for any writer’s pleasure,
‘Love’ and ‘death,’ ‘light’ and ‘dark,’
Among my worst offenders.
Unlike a painting’s virgin virtue,
With shapes like never seen before,
In colours just that very shade,
Unique in each of form.
Love and death are my whores too,
Whose rates are precious pain,
Never free the words we use,
Piercing time and time again.
II. Lovers
My words are tender lovers,
Whom I touch upon with care,
Flitting beauties, feathered wonders,
Whose dressing music I can wear.
My should I hold the music captive,
Arrangement words of note,
With power to soothe a race vindictive,
Make heard the quiet, give them hope.
As a stave holds finite lines,
Our language but some words,
But in those happy few we find,
Potential for new patterns,
Hitherto unheard.
I hid my feelings,
but whenever I saw you
they poured out like a fountain—
a sudden sparkle,
a beauty I couldn’t contain.
our song is me writing-
"poetry about those stolen stares
songs about that beaming smile
and even a whole film script about it"
the ink of my pen bleeds in pink
but later turns to gray
i weave our memories as part of a big story
with a climax in which you
devoured me with a kiss
but the falling action sets me adrift
to wander on the seas wide
with no cure to this disease
our song is a song in which-
"nothing happens but desertion comes in light
to pull out my nerves and haunt my midnight
i lose my sanity and cry till my eyes starts to bleed"
"A kiss is magical because it touches the heart." Quote By Poet
The silent kiss can touch your heart,
a heart that is very far apart.
I kissed your letters then licked the glue,
as I sent all my love to you.
Red lips went flying through the mail,
with a perfume spray friend never stale.
You are living so far away,
will you get my lips and perfume mail today?
Hope you can read what I want to say,
I am sending a big laugh your way.
Being away from a love one is hard,
miss talking with only reading a card.
Days feeling like you are not in your prime,
but you must go on until the next time.
Loving calls ending with the silent kiss,
how do I say you are the one I do miss?
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"Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!"
When I am hit by this cute cupid's arrow,
I find myself writing about love and romance.
I will never fight it,
I must enjoy this feeling and write on.
When cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do!
My soles press soft
into sidewalks. I leave
a trail of graphite steps
They etch out my first sentence—
a diary in crayon, a novel in margins
Time sharpens the graphite steps
I stroll through my city growing younger
White tiles paved over the dirt path I loved
but look: beneath the cracks, faintly traced,
ghosts of my graphite steps
Size 5 kneels where a bluebell once bloomed
Size 16 lingers at the turn when love grew bitter
Size 20 steps slow, the graphite darkens—
a crossroad still warm with roads unchosen
I walk my city, the mirages flicker
between streetlights and soft recollections
the wind stirs a hushed whisper...
my graphite steps lift into the air
I'M a Poet
Listen! I'm a poet,cause
I'm got many hurts
From them ,never want to lose
So, I leave false dirts.
And pick up pen to express,
Never abuse them ,
I write to their happiness,
Pray, with saying their name.
Alright,I don't love like a poet,
I'M a poet who loves you!
And that love more great
Than a poet whom know you.
Remember! loyalty exist in pain,
Pain in me ,my love is y'ur real gain.
Blue love is a love we feel that is like the ocean, waves that flow.
Flow like our mood, high and low, strong then weak.
Making us have a feeling of meek.
Loving in the blue mood, can make us feel like the blue sky, calm and content.
Blue love, is royal because it can give us passion.
Passion for a love that we hold to the highest fashion.
Fashion in our heart, that we never part, that the love is always true, and loves us with all their heart.
Today I wear blue for my blue love, that love is always felt calm and that the love will always make us feel happy no matter the time.
Lifting prayer to God, today and always.
It's easier to love, when
the worst case is having a
funny story to retell at bars.
It makes more sense to believe, knowing
truth left untold will never
make it into the final edit.
It's almost too easy to draw blood,
when I tell myself the red is just
footnotes in my forgotten tale—
It's a relief to be forgetful when
I know my mind will kindly
fog the heartwrenching memories...
It sometimes worries me
when blood runs dry on my sleeves
and pain settles into a quiet itch—
that the footnotes will
drown my voice in the margins...
But it makes pain less monstrous
when I live my story
as a seagull skimming through the water.
Ballad for Ruby and the Dice"
Angie, she whispered through cigarette haze,
The ghost of a name from my wilder days.
Under my thumb, I thought hearts would stay,
But wild winds never learn how to obey.
Paint it black, I told the sky that night,
When Ruby Tuesday danced out of sight.
She wore her sorrow like lipstick red,
And left my dreams tangled in the bed.
You can't always get what you want, they said,
So I drank to the dice and rolled love instead.
Tumblin’ dice down an old jukebox floor,
Each roll a prayer, or a closing door.
Wild horses couldn’t drag me back
To the innocence lost on that lonesome track.
Where honky tonk women sway and spin,
And hearts are traded like whiskey and sin.
Now I hum their names in the barroom light,
Angie, Ruby, and every midnight.
Chasing echoes in the songs they sung—
Still under my thumb, but forever young.
Let me know if you'd like it turned into a song or set to a blues rhythm!