Believe
Curse this world
And the people in it
Who made me belive in
Magic, love and butterfly kisses...
Poems on the topic: love
Poems on the topic “love” on Poets.by.
Sense
This silence is turning me deaf
This darkness has me feeling blind
Being with you
Has me loosing all of my sense
Home
I don't think I remember
When you became my home
From my escape...
Foolish
I wept over you
I screamed for you
And laughed and laughed
When you walked away
A second chance
Let me hold your hand, and say the words,
I love you once again.
Let me whisper things of day's gone by,
as we walk in the Scottish Glens.
Let me hold you high above all else,
as I did in days of old.
Let me rekindle a romance we once shared,
and the passion, now growing cold.
Let me take you back, to our Highland Hame,
where the mountains meet the sky.
Let me love you now, as I loved you then,
if you love me, let me try.
flowers of feelings
flowers.
flowers are pretty until they die.
until they run out of love and effort.
people.
people are pretty until they stop loving to feel things.
feelings.
feelings are pretty until you don't want to feel them.
feelings fade.
people fade.
flowers fade.
It is Proper
Is it that easy to forget your face
After I learnt of its vivid pathways?
Is it fair to thieve glorious sunrays
That would leave me always a hopeful trace?
Is it that easy to forget our time
When it made woe somewhat tolerable?
Is it to bare the insufferable
That I should forget so much as is mine?
Ay, I will overlook your likeness
As gorgeous as all its stories may be
Allow me to see this as agedness
So that far from it I can only flee
It is hard to end this gloriousness
But it is proper that I let you free
finale
to Love
it is your fire that crackled a coal
and your every breath that burnt me
till I, even in my same ever despondency,
changed for this world
slipping under your twinkle-fingers,
I find a comfort like no other
hovering over the corpse that bears the lust,
mildness and wishful thinking all the same
we did not get tired of ourselves
but you, just as you first burnt us,
seemed to get nothing but death again -
you got tired of us
even in my same ever despondency
that returns like your eerie glow
I bid you hastily, old friend; for if not then,
The Lover
You are the mess around this fragile glass
The one I choose because there is no other
And as I lie shattered on glorious grass
I can only envision you, the lover
You are my lens when it freezes in time
The one I cannot see without a smirk
I know our horror, I have searched its clime:
The you that holds me with our ever dirt
You are the reason for this burnt skin
I lie, but the torturous sun pushes
I endure: I love the filth of your sin
It is the better part of your bruises.
The pieces of me and their reflections too
Are swept away by others; never you.
Sonnet No. 7
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Ha-ha. I’m tired, I’m wasted, I love you darling.
To love: a conjugation devoutly to be wished
A pattern which, when sober, can't be missed:
I love - he loves
As day slips her fingers under the blinds
It trips, without pause, down from the mind:
you love - we love
In chilly cathedral 'fore stoney-faced priest
Surrounded by people (who're here for the feast)
you love - they love
Any fool can love with a clear head;
with a night's sleep;
with a straight face
But drunk, and foolish, and tired am I
and I fumble the form:
I love you -
My Lovely Wife
Getting dressed
Hope im not late
Going to a restaurant
On our first date
Cotton candy kisses
And hotdog hugs
Carnival rides
And getting bit by bugs
Sitting in the dark
Watching a screen
It's movie night
Date #3
Feeding geese
Until it's dark
Having a picnic
At the park
Twilight
A scent of calm, forbidden air.
As fingers interwine.
Unexpected moments are here.
A very slight hint of fear.
Stuck in the dark and the light.
Really quite a beautiful sight.
Seeing a moment that could, but never will.
But then again.
But then again-
What if the world just wanted this?
What if we could have this?
I'll learn to do this.
Deal with the broken moments of it all.
But if the world wanted this.
It could be, it'll probably be-
Maybe the best thing.
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