Love Poems
Poems about Love
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That it could quickly be arranged That we could soon become estranged If I were drunk enough to count. Alas but I am not And all the wrath that it has wrought! Too often I have thought It more important to surmount The question of what’s really there And if we’re Fred Astaires, Dancing on…
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I Damn Near Thought I Loved Her…
instapoetry, love, love poem, love poetry, lyric, ode, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry community, poets, rhyme, sonnet, verseShe damn near robbed me blind. She wanted less than I could give Our spirits weren’t aligned. Though some would call me crazy, I realized even then That she just did not challenge me. A surface love of skin— And though I gave and gave and gave All that I had to give, She drained…
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An eternal breeze blows by. Somewhere I sent you the letter I wrote… but you never replied. Somewhere we met in a movie That has no beginning nor end. It’s about love requited and beauty. We meet for the first time again and again.
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Falling in love is So easy to do You don’t even realize You’re doing it too. One minute sober Then high as a kite — Will you come over To my place tonight? We’ll dance in the street And we’ll play until dawn. With both of us there Not a thing can go wrong! Please…
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Flitting butterflies are bringing Simple kinds of rain Cries ignored are barely heard O’er cries of grievance slain. People wander in the dark Cause if they had a clue They’d urinate themselves in fear And not know what to do. They’d leap like Lemmings off a cliff Into the ocean blue.
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It fills the world with joy And light never shined so bright as when Your smile lights up the world And something’s on my mind today I’ve been meaning to tell you awhile But each time that I try I cry As soon as I see your smile.
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The tiniest word must be whispered. It mustn’t be uttered aloud. It leaves on the skin such a blister, I don’t think it’s even allowed! The tiniest word’s a confession. The powerful will not reveal, About what they’re doing to lessen The portion that’s yours in this deal. To hear it you must be prepared…
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In every single form of life on Earth Exists the exact same spark of self-awareness Even those confused about the worth Of every other creature can’t deny this. One human fault is that most are blind To anyone’s experiences other than ours. An inherent flaw that leaves us all behind As other creatures congregate with…
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You’re told to be reverent But never to whom A whim, an idea? A tired concept society moved past— Even if some haven’t moved with it? So I say to the masses, Never assume Is it reverent for faith To fill you with fantasy? Or noble to do ill In the guise of doing good?
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Wherever I look there’s a radiant glow That surrounds all people, e’en those that I know. The breeze, it is blowing my long unkempt hair I get looks from people but let them all stare. Then I see you and it strikes my fair heart. Like a musical piece, you’re a work of damn art.…
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You should tip-toe through the tulips, So as not to trample them.Dance right through the daffodils. But dare not touch a stem. But don’t forget to stop and smell The flowers that you pass.For time is running out, my friend This life of ours won’t last.
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A single rose bush bloomed upon the hill. A lover there with roses in her hair — A wafted scent of flowers through the air — A simple life but one that’s lived fulfilled — If ever ye should need me find me there. I’ll be amongst the flora and the fawn. From dusk, I’ll…
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Alone is a mood I don’t feel like. I want it for naught, you know. But bachelorhood ever has shaped me Allowed me to wise up and grow. I’ve never thought much about aging Of what I will do when I’m old. And what of the war I’ll be waging? Will I take on those…
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Throw the kids against the wall. They’ll stick like glue— They’ll never fall— Good to get them out the way For vacuuming the floors Thursday. And while it’s only Monday now, We’ll feed them on the wall somehow, And even measure how they grow Upon the wall, oh how they’ll glow.
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Upon a night unlit by moon or star, I gazed upon the visage of a lass. And though the night was cold and she was far, I still could see her image through the glass. I set aside the mirror and I thought Of everything surrounding her, I’d seen. It settled in my brain and…
Musings of the Mad 