I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it’s you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
A True Mother’s Love Poem by Patarica D. Nunn
A mother’s love is consistent
and patient, it will never fade.
A mother’s love is warm and
compassionate, even in the
shade. A mother’s love will
always help you through the
weakest hours. A mother’s love
is always like a bouquet of
flowers. A mother’s love is
strong and will never steer
you wrong. A true mother’s
love is beautiful in many ways.
A true mother’s love is sincere
and it takes a mother’s love to
conquer our fears. A true mother’s
love knows the depth of love. A
true mother’s love is contentment,
just like God’s love. My mother’s
love is absolutely all of the above.
The Love Poem Poem by Brian Dorn
Love is understanding
Love is compromise
Love is generosity
Love is sacrifice
Love does not discriminate
Love is free of charge
Love is the solution
Love is who we are
Love is universal
Love is heaven sent
Love was fastened to the cross
Love’s greatest testament
Love is triumphant
Love is somersaults
Love is compassion
Love is free of fault
Love is forgiveness
Love offers a hand
Love is eternal
Love is His command
Her… Poem by Jordan Moore
I wonder if she’d mind if i’d,
make her my own,
and never let her go,
hug her tight,
treat her right,
act all polite,
take her on a date,
make sure i’m never late,
kiss her on her lips,
talk about our kids,
Make her feel like princess,
living in a castle,
hope that is not too much hassle,
But i am so blessed,
hope i can be the best,
hold you tight,
have your BR3A$t,
on my chest,
pass the test,
NOW YOUR MINE!
sorry for word spamming: (
Love, Love, Love, Love, Love Without A Doubt Poem by David Taylor
How do you write a poem
about Love?
It cannot be caught
and is beyond words’
power of depiction.
It has no place to be,
all places are filled
with Love.
Without Love would
anything have any savour?
Love is what joins
Love is what flows
Love is what counts
Love is what grows
Love is what’s known.
Love is all around
Love is all about
Love is all we ask
Love is all we give
Love is all I have.
Love wants nothing
Love needs nothing
Love misses nothing
Love excludes nothing
Love is what this is all about.
Joining, flowing, counting,
growing, knowing
around, about
asking, giving, having
All is Love,
of that I have no doubt.
Poetry Heaven Poem by Kim Barney
Last night I went to bed at eleven
And dreamed I went to Poetry Heaven.
Keeper of the Gate was not Saint Peter
But Robert Frost – – hey, what could be sweeter?
The first person I saw up there
was sitting in a golden chair.
It was my good friend, Hank Beuning,
And a golden guitar he was tuning.
Hank, I said, I’ve known you for years.
We’ve had some laughs, we’ve had some tears,
And I never knew you played the guitar!
He said, well, I don’t, at least not so far,
But I’ve got lots of time with little to do
So I thought I might try to learn something new.
I walked a little farther in
And saw my new friend Mandolyn…
playing on her… violin.
And there’s my friend, Maddalena Biela
with her husband, he’s a handsome fella.
Udiah was there with Heather Burns
And they were sitting, taking turns
Writing the words to their new poem,
Their collaborative, classic poem about love
And it went like this:
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
I marveled at their poem and all the words on it
And said, They’ve written a LOVELY sonnet!
Then whom should I meet next?
Why, it was James McLain,
Just reading some old text
And he could not refrain
from asking himself:
Is it poetry?
Mr. Spock was there with his pointy ears
But he said he hadn’t seen Kirk for years.
Argentine Tango was eating a mango.
She’s a person, you know, and not just a dance,
And so pretty you cannot resist just a glance.
Bull Hawking – – I asked him if he was Steven’s Cousin
And he assured me that he wasn’t.
As I went on, continuing my walk,
I met the Electric Lady, and she gave me quite a shock.
Then there was Valsa George; I spoke to her with ease.
(Does she know her name means ‘Waltz’ in Portuguese?)
Uzefa Rashida was there dressed in white,
and she certainly was a lovely sight.
There was E Nigma, Ima Ryma and Gajanan,
Deep Dark Soul Poet and RoseAnn,
Sandra and Lawrence and even Noreen
And a whole bunch of others that I had never seen.
I wandered on, enjoying my hike,
And met a young poet named Smith, Mike.
I walked for a few miles, yet my feet didn’t even hurt,
then I came face to face with the famous Kelly Kurt!
I encountered a handsome young lad
Who said that his name was Old Dad.
But I knew him by sight.
‘Twas Wes Vogler, all right;
And to see him I surely was glad!
I walked a little more,
Then suddenly I was lost,
And there I was again
In front of Robert Frost.
I said, Say, I wonder, can you answer me one thing?
Why haven’t I seen Poe or Shakespeare or Browning?
He said, Oh, you won’t find them here
In this part of Poetry Heaven.
This is just the Poem Hunter wing!
Then he said I hate to tell you this,
But there’s been a big mistake.
It seems that here you don’t belong!
… Then I was wide awake.
– A Simile Like Love, A Metaphor Is Love – Poem by Allen Steble The Philosophical Poet
(love is like)
Love is like a painting
filled with all colours and shades
love is like a bleeding heart
cut with many sharp blades
love is like a never ending story
that always begins with a kiss
love is like a space everlasting
that fills bitterness with bliss
love is like the circle of eternity
always there to take for free
(love is)
Love is an open clear pool
where no hate can dare swim
love is a captured sunset
where the warmth never grows dim
love is desire held in the eye
that spreads quickly to the heart
love is a black starry night sky
a metaphor of glorious art
love is a deep dark hole of mystery
always there to take free
Love And Lust Poem by Jazib Kamalvi
Love and lust are poles apart.
Lust is chaos, love is art.
Love infinite, lust is finite.
Love is sustained, lust is short.
Love is spiritual, lust is physical.
Love is ideal, lust is sensual.
Love is selfless, lust is selfish
Love immortal, lust is mortal.
Love is productive, lust is destructive.
Love is optional, lust is impulsive.
Love is energetic, lust is crazy.
Love is humanist, lust instinctive.
Lust is rabid dog, love is padagog.
Love demands inner beauty, lust demands appearance.
Lust starts from black holes of eyes, love from conscientious part of heart.
Love develops in brain, lust develops in gonads.
Lust stays on surface of the words, but love in depths of unconscious.
Love is rationally emotional, lust is emotionally rational.
Love is Allopath, lust is Psychopath.
Love is Homoeopath, lust is Sociopath.
Love kisses, lust disses.
Love honours, lust ravishes.
Love insight, lust is blind.
Lust devours, Love nourishes.
Love replays, lust betrays.
Love impresses, lust oppresses.
Love centralizes, lust strays.
Love expresses, lust depresses.
Love is healthy, lust is lame.
Lust is gambling, love is game.
Love is Platonic, lust is Bubonic.
Lust is shameless, love is shame.
Lust is volcano, love is rain.
Love is Abel, lust is Cain.
Prophets weep, Demons laugh.
Love is fruitful, lust is vain.
Love is need, lust is greed.
Lust is maniac, love is sane.
Lust is a beast, love is dove.
Lust is hatred, love is love
Lust is passion, love compassion.
Lust is beneath, love above.
Love is even climb, it is never lost.
Lust is a decline, it is ever lost.
Love is always true to the core but lust is hyperbole.
Love provides endless satisfaction, lust ends at opposite pole.
Love is the base of this universe,
Lust is baseless in itself.
My subject is my subject.
Such enveloping my subject.
Such as God to His universe.
Such as Devil to this universe.
Love is a sincerity and responsibility.
Lust is insincerity, irresponsibility.
Confirmation test is just,
sacrifice or obedience.
Both or only one is must.
Lust is aimless without love.
Love is aimful without lust.
My subject is thy subject.
My subject is love and lust.
I can tell you one secret.
Love and lust are poles apart.
But make union only when.
Lust is second, love is first.
Just, ask a victim of lust.
