Love Poems
Poems about Love
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You can’t even see me. Because this isn’t me. You can’t actually even see with eyes. Close them. You’ll agree. You see in dreams without them, don’t you? Perhaps that’s really real. And none of any of this matters Except the love you feel.
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I feel incredibly blessed that I have moments like this. I once had a relationship with a girl that was purely about getting together and cuddling. We didn’t ever do anything sexual. She invited me to. I declined. She was always with someone else, and I don’t do that. But I have those moments where…
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I’m kind to everybody.I don’t care who you are.I don’t care if you’re mean to me.It will not leave a scar.Kindness teaches lessons,When meanness rears its head.You’ll often hear, “I’m sorry,”Instead of seeing red.
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I wrote this to remind myself, because I struggle with this too, although probably not nearly as much as most people I encounter, but it’s instructional and I know that it will help you if you ever get into a position where you are scared, feel guilt, fear the future. Stop doing that. That’s your…
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It’s totally platonic.Like Gilgamesh and Sonic. I saw the White GoddessJust last nightShe kissed me on the cheek GoodnightI loved to vise her lovely vice.She gave me pretty good advice.
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Her name falls from my lips and hits Her ear.You probably weren’t aware that She could hear.But She hears every word I think in Her direction.I do not question this because I know I’ve Her affection.She comes to me in dreams with silken, raven hair.She dances with me sometimesAt night while I’m not there.But my…
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Rocks are conscious too.That might sound strange to you.But, me? I use their energy.It’s what you’re s’posed to do.You can do this too.It’s quite easy to do.Just look up certain chakras—rocks willOpen them for you.
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I used to be a poet.(The Devil doesn’t know it.)But I still rhyme from time to timeAs long as I don’t blow it.My cover, not the project.I’ve got a dozen prospects.And all will soon grow into poems.I walk it like I talk it.
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This is a poem I wrote when I was probably around 18. I wish I would have dated it, but at least I had the foresight to laminate it in photo album pages so that I still have it today. I did some slight editing to the ending just to give it more punch. Life…
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I used to think we were the same,You and I,But we couldn’t be any more different.I am calm and collected.You are wild and erratic.I am cool and calculating.You fly by the seat of your pants.I am considerate and caring.You are selfish and cruel.At times you are kind ,But when kindness is needed the mostYou are…
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by Benjamin Stone Out on the street, there’s an incredible vibe.The day is so nice; you just can’t describe.The birds are all chirping and they’re everywhere.The Earth is alive, and I’m without care. If cash makes you happy then there are a lotOf unhappy people — they’re the ‘ol have-nots.But everyone knows that the rich…
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So what if all the demons come! So what if they bring all their guns! As soon as we dispute their lies! No one can be compromised! We’ll take this world back from the ones Whose lies we all see come undone As we reveal the truth to all. As do all Empires, yours will…
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My mom gave me a huge box the other day which had a lot of old stuff of mine and at the very bottom I found a green school folder fat with poetry I wrote in High School. It’s a treasure trove. I’m going to post a few on here for you lovely readers with…
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Photo by Chris Charles on Unsplash Hummingbirds are faeries.You prob’ly just forgot.Flitting to and fro to drinkThe nectar from the frocksOf tiny little flowersHeld by tiny little elves.(The ones within the glen, you know.Not ones upon your shelves.)And elves are tiny spiritsThat God put on the Earth.Sometimes they misbehaveTo make you prove your worth.Not everyone…
Musings of the Mad 