Love Poems
Poems about Love
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Give me passion Give me pain I only want to feel Give me ‘Naked in the rain’ I need to know I’m real Give me all You’ve got to give I swear I’ll give to you All that I Have got to give And be forever true Give me substance Give…
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A dream’s a thing of fancy A heart demands the truth To divine your heart, my dear It should not take a sleuth. A heart like mine is open And ready to receive An equal in proportion… Though I’m a bit naive. But you wear a mask, my dear, I cannot see behind.…
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I want to fuck PJ Harvey’s voice. I want to make sweet love to’t in the rain. Let it sing sweet sultries in my ear as I sleep. Cuddle up with it on the couch in front of the TV— (a warm fire) I’ll never be lonely as long as PJ Harvey’s voice is with…
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Ask someone who loves you why I care. Set a simple marker at my chair. I will be along in just a while. To greet you in the evening with a smile. I will hallow heavens for my bride. Meet my living maker in the sky. Ask someone who loves me cause I can’t. The…
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I’ve never known a satisfact’ry bond With anyone I’ve ever thought deserved To have me in my rawest but I’m fond Of people with some substance and with verve. The Fates have always been so cruel, you see. They torture me with love unconsummated. And when I’m close to finding one for me. They…
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Beneath the sands of time, there lies a crownA crown alone upon an empty throne.Upon another throne, alone, I drown.Awaiting one to make this castle home. For all alone, I simply cannot bearThe trials of this kingdom and its men.For others, they are simply unawareOf stresses placed upon my regal head. So if you are…
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He flew on wingèd sandals near the shoreAnd saw her naked there bound tight to stoneAs beautiful a maiden naught before,Had Perseus, the hero, ever known. He carried the decapitated headOf the Gorgon sister who was widely knownAs Medusa—who was definitely deadBut whose stare still could turn a man to stone. He came up with a proffer…
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I haven’t written verse in quite some time. I’ve been too busy doing other things. But you’ve inspired me to write some rhymes. I had to try to put words to your wings. But how do I describe the way you laugh?That belly-borrowed hoot by human owl—It bathes me in a preternatural bathThat complicates my…
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Familiar wafts of scent flow from her hair—A hug elicits flashbacks in your mind.A Pink Floyd concert back in ‘94—A moment frozen in its place and time. Her breasts, pressed against your chest as ifShe wants to send a message with her bust.And suddenly you recall regal riffsWhich play inside your head. Their lovely lust—…
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The young pale moon reminds me of your eyes.Your lips, my love, the reddest kind of rose.Your smile reminds me of my highest highs.Your silken hair, a river, as it flows. How do I measure to such loveliness?I have my wit, my charm but little more.How do I woo a creature straight from Venus?When I’m…
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To me, you are perfection Like the sun setting over the ocean Seen from a secluded beach Like my favorite ice cream Melted to perfection Easy to eat. You’re easy to enjoy. The way I love you is uncommon I have never felt this way before But you are uncommon. You’re the rarest gem on…
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Painted black—her raven hair In flowing rivers—painted her shoulders. Cheeks-a-blush—a fullness there Her slate-grey eyes—two sunken boulders. The darkness of ten thousand years— But warmth to welcome tortured souls The envy of her jealous peers— As if perfection were the goal— She dances here and there with grace. Her lovely countenance aglow— The look of…
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Absinthe for the lady. Brandy for the gent. The night feels like it’s just begun. And time is heaven-sent. And though the hours drain me as I Stifle one more yawn, The silhouette of lovers can be Seen across the lawn. Buy my book! Free with Kindle Unlimited!
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If love is all you’ve got I have enough Please bring me something challenging to me As difficult a problem as you’ve got And I will solve it expeditiously. The only time I’ve loved was in my youth The only time I’ve lost to a degree. I wish that then I realized the truth.…
Musings of the Mad 