Category: Love
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Dog Fight
Territory marked, Dogs circle and bark, Backs arched and mouths part with that hallmark foam, And she can only watch them posture, sidelined imposter fostering the hope that they long disowned, But it’s all for show, And in the battle throes, As the guttural drum beats grow, When Chaos takes the throne (Erebus in tow),…
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One and One
#NaPoWriMo Day Eleven Today’s challenge was to write a poem of origin. About where we are from and where we are now. I chose to write about parents caring for children who in turn care for their parents. There are parallels with my own experience too, of course. One and One It started with a…
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Blue Umbrella
#NaPoWriMo Day Ten Today’s challenge was to write a poem using regional slang for weather. I chose “the heavens opened”, meaning “it started raining”, and turned it into a haiku about love (or at least lust!) at first sight. Blue Umbrella The heavens opened, There with a blue umbrella stood young Zeus himself.
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Fugitive
#NaPoWriMo Day Eight Today’s prompt was to write a poem that uses jargon from a particular profession to shape a metaphor. I chose chasing a fugitive and police jargon for a handheld battering ram (big red key) to shape a metaphor about letting someone capture your heart. Fugitive Like a fugitive I hide inside brick…
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While I Wait
I wait while dragons breathe white hot fire into the fields of endless bluebells, I wait for you whilst elves set to work knitting blades of grass, I wait for you to come while Gaia sings and chicks begin to harmonise, I wait for you to come back to me While wizards wave their wands,…
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Books on Love
It’s easy to find love in a book, Kismet never reads more poetically. It’s true granduer seems veracious. It’s enchantment seems like a gift voluptuously made. Neverendingly baiting my need for escape. “What do you desire?” My pneuma pulls me keenly, pleasures me knavishly. “Yes, yes” it casts a sultry spell. “Yes, yes” it lures…
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First Love
You held my hand when I was young, I looked up and saw more than my father, I saw the first man I would ever love, And the mould for each man thereafter. You showed me the beauty of strength when it’s blended with a gentle core, How to appreciate all that I have, While still pushing…
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Til Death
Don’t let my fingers slip from the palm of your hand, You’re all I have left. Inspired by the story of Italvino and Diva, a Brazilian couple who died within 40 minutes of each other, after 65 years of marriage, in the same hospital room, their beds pushed together so they could hold…
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No More Winter
There will be no more winter, We’ll live forever in the spring, There will be no more winter, And the birds will always sing, The icy swathes of death, Will never lay across this land, We’ll never see the fall of Summer’s beauty at its hand, The sun will live forever, There’ll be bleakness nevermore,…
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Rainbow
When skies are dull, bleak, I long for relief, and, lo, he comes uninvited but welcome. He is my rainbow. Today is the last day of NaPoWriMo. No prompt for me today (but you can find out what it was here). Instead I revamped an old poem (we’re talking 16 years old) that…
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A Second Chance
I still remember the day we met, You were this tiny, perfect child, And though you couldn’t focus yet, I know you saw I was beguiled. You quickly learned to hold my hand, And just as quickly refused to let go, You held it as you took your first stand, As you toddled to and…
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When We Were Wee
We are friends and friends we’ll be, A promise made when we were wee, When we’ve grown old disgracefully, We’ll dip our toes at eighty-three in the very water of the very sea where you first made the pact with me. You swore to be there by my side, I swore in me you could…
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Ten Diamonds
Ten diamonds on my nightstand, Right beside my phone, A nervous joy inside my heart, A lump inside my throat, Sweet memories like pendants dance and twirl and sing, As I slowly grasp the magnitude of this tiny little ring, He is charm inside a cotton shirt, Desire inside blue eyes, He is the promise…
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Little Green Fingers
With heat lapping at my nape and soil beneath my nails, I take a momentary break, to watch you hunt for snails, OK, you shouldn’t be weeding in the shoes I bought last night, But barefoot in the seedlings?! My heart dances at the sight! I love the frown of concentration as you try to…
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A Heart Full of Willow Blossom
I plucked catkins tenderly from a willow, To show how love captured me when you were born, I filled the sea endlessly with blonde billows; No drop unadorned, They broke the banks, wondrously swathing the land, With hundreds of heavenly starbursts of gold, For when you so helplessly searched for my hand, Your hand found…
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Homo Erectus
I love you when the first light hits, and I spy the white trails of sleepy spit, When you yawn and your hot breath wafts my way, When you sniff your pits and start your day, I love you when your eye-crust shines, As your red-veined peepers gaze into mine, When you scratch your crotch…
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Kiss Me
Kiss me like we’re eighteen years old, Standing in Paris waiting for our lives to unfold. Hold my hand with the innocence of that boy who once handed me a rose and fixed my heartache with the joy. Look at me just like you did at first; Like if you ever looked away your very…
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The Worst
This piece is a little rough around the edges (no neat rhythm, some questionable rhymes) but that’s because it’s one written from the heart and not one written for poetic perfection. What’s the worst that could happen If you were to let me touch you? If I were to hug you or just…
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Between the Lines
Love is in the imperfection, And life is in the mistakes, So you have to pay attention, To the silence music makes, Listen to the beauty between the notes; Ornate stories of happiness, Venture beyond the words I wrote, Enjoy the truth my soul confessed. This poem was inspired by the two quotes about…
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Symbiosis
Symbiosis, Reciprocal need; I need him and he needs me, I scratch his back, He scratches mine, We plod along, We’re doing fine, But when did this become enough? When did symbiosis replace true love? When did meeting fundamental needs replace both romance and chemistry? Deeds that once were fuelled by love are now transacted…
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Alchemy
I could drink of you and live forever in just the comfort of your gaze, Great pools of an untainted elixir that soothe me in so many ways. Your voice is a pretty incantation, that paints itself across the air, As it snakes its charm right into my mind and holds me still; here but…
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Dark Chocolate
You once told me you were a box of chocolates, Said I’d never know quite what I’d get, And you said you weren’t any old chocolates; You were Green & Blacks – simply the best! And just like that aforesaid chocolate, You were dark, smooth, rich and so sweet, You tasted like some heavenly nectar…
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A Bit Like Lightning
An extremely tall Bulgarian man of less than average looks was talking to a pretty thing who would be described as shorter (lots!) But that pretty thing (who considered his looks to be minor and was more so struck with what was inside) ignored the unlikely chances that society sets out for people like The…
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Love Sublime
On grassy bed at break of dawn, I lay with you beside, As we gaze a blue that takes the clouds and paints a Rembrandt sky, We conspire to be forever held in each other’s hearts and minds. I hold your face and take you in; Each fleck that makes your eye, Lost in the…
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In Conversation
You said you didn’t love me, You said all hope was gone, You said you didn’t want me, I said that you were wrong. You said that it was complex, You said I wouldn’t understand, You said we’d grown apart, I said I didn’t give a damn. You said that I was stupid, You said…
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Love Locked
Across the river Seine, In a city called Paris, A wall of love was raised, Forged by lock and key, Promises were made, By sweethearts passing by, Indulging in a moment that’s now frozen for all time. Couples who dared to dream that they’d forever be, Left these transitory hopes for all the world to…
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The Soldier in a Bobble Hat
A handsome man in a Peruvian hat, In the farthest corner from me is sat, His uniform hugs his chiselled figure, His emerald eyes are growing bigger, As he spies me watching like I’m not, As I coyly fiddle with my strawberry top, A sultry smile with curious intention, Is flashed so suavely in my direction, I…
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Foreverie
Once upon the daylight blue, A longing was drawn in vivid hues, And sat lucid in her reverie, For times that she and he once knew. Painted on her memory’s eye, Thoughts flittered like a butterfly, They tickled at the brink of truth, And swaddled her mind in a dulcet lie. He no longer walks…
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A Love Story
Here is where their story begins, In a time when they were young, And they did not yet regret their sins. A boy whose praises went unsung, Met a girl who ignored her worth, And together they climbed on love’s first rung. But they scaled too quickly from earth, And when those naïve darlings fell,…
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Sweet Carmine
Hear her flow into the cup: Temptress whispers, “Steal a sup! Glut yourself with fruity mace; Heal yourself in my embrace, Mend your heart and free your mind, Find new love in sweet Carmine.” This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt was to write about wine-and-love. This style of poetry is called Acreontics…
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Exposure of My Heart
Oh how I miss you, When I held you you taught me just who I was behind the shutters, You showed me my true colours, That I was like no other when I bled; I saw crimson, I saw claret, I saw carmine, and I saw scarlet, And now you’re gone, My love, Most all…
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Night at the Palace
That night at the palace I was your queen The fanfare of fireworks setting the scene A stillness – a peace – fell over the land And we glimpsed at the beauty that God has us planned We ascended the stairs to the top of our world And there we were held as darkness fell…
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What I See
My darling, this is what I see: Forever you and always me A perfect dawn and hushing sea A spiralled rose from you to me A feeling of security A hazing sense of ecstasy The warmth of spirit sets us free As winds whisper sweetened melody A faded precious memory of nothing more than fantasy…
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Love Is…
There sits a child with tears in his eyes, A bolt through strongest heart with the sound of weakest cries. Love is a hug, That that child gives to you, Just to make you smile, Although he himself is blue. There breaks a dawn, The brilliance of light cascading from the heavens to take away…
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The Painting
Painted is perfection, The story of great love, A tale of fated spirits, And the best is not enough. Painted is elation, The joy of fated souls, Shared devotion in abundance, Giving more than one heart holds. Painted is completion, Two hearts fused as one, A union of the moon and stars, The heavens and…
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Home
There we lay as if time stood still On that isolated hill The sound of the wind was a trill through the trees Shimmering like disco balls of black and silver leaves The rush carried the faint echoes from the stream Of the jazz band playing just for me and you Planes flew past white…
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Pendulum
My love hangs in the balance of that pendulum swing between lose and win Truth and sin And what lies within my soul is not enough I have no control A slave to the toil of the cogs as they roll with each tick and grind with each tock The mastery of the clockmaker’s plot…
Serena Malcolm 