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Love Poems About Abode or Abode Love Poems
by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: color, love, rainbow, romantic,

Gray Area

Sometimes when matters are in the gray,
it ain’t always black and white
There are times when emotions are deep blue,
canary yellow thoughts can make us wanna fly, shy away
Then, bright orange glowing memories
bring gentle, evergreen smiles
As time’s seasonal change sunset down on us
Being lifelong lovers, we got
amethyst purple hearts of courage
that beats with 
ruby red rhythms of loving perseverance
Here at this humble, brownstone garden abode,
two pink carnations have budded and bloomed
Now looking at the graying of the skies,
we can see the rainbows in each other’s eyes
Reflecting the soul spectrum of our love

by Raul Moreno |
Categories: depression

Confined Wings

In a carnal...cage of ribs,
A suffering heart laments.
In the abode of the soul...
...faint echoes of muted pain..
...grace the dark cavity of flesh.

Whispers of failures resonate..
The soul...a pure white dove of dreams.
Captive of freedom...imprisoned from love.
Shackled to an interior dungeon of depression.

Red rivers stream...through the body’s conduits,
Poetic lullaby’s gush...soothing the dove to slumber.
Dreams of love...nestled deep..
...aspire the joy that once was.

by Paul Callus |
Categories: love, poetry,

With Gift in Hand

With Gift in Hand (Cornish Sonnet) 

He went in search of love’s abode;
far off she lived in solitude.
Along the narrow winding road,
in awe partook of nature’s charms
and forged ahead in eager mood
instilled by thought of waiting arms.

With gift in hand, a heartfelt ode,
he hummed the lyrics to a tune,
inhaled the fragrance, as he strode,
of the wild flowers wrapped in hues.
He knew his journey would end soon
beside his loving ardent muse.

He went in search of love’s abode
with gift in hand, a heartfelt ode.

31st December, 2015
Contest: Any Poem (Not for a Contest)
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 4th

by Keith O.J. Hunt |
Categories: poetry, poets,

The Lonely Poet

The poet and the lonely road, betwixt his netherworld abode,
   in canyons deep, and in seldom trodden creeps,
Always secrets, secrets....
   too kept ----
   he has made his humble abode, in the dark alone,
   he sleeps ----
   with vipers and white (sepulchre) tombs

He does not see the meadow, and daisies,
   (rising sun)
   nor words of wisdom on his tongue;
   fall away, to dark netherworld abodes....

Poet be he not, 'til fellowship and gratitude 
   be his home, and grace in word be his love;
   of good cheer to all concerned and more ----
   should even shadow knocketh, 
   of this he writes 

Written in 2012

by dakarai cobb |
Categories: dedication


Welcome, little one, to the world!
Everyone had been slating,
Looking at their dates, while waiting,
Constantly, for you, little girl.
Once more, a precious little pearl
Makes her mark with perfect dating,
Exciting us all, by baiting
Every heart to take a twirl.
Zealously, I welcome you here!
Zestfully, I write you this ode!
Ezzelle, your birth will be held dear!
Life will lead you down happy roads!
Love will go with you far or near!
Enjoy your new humble abode!

by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: faith, hope, inspirational, love,

The Bible

~The Bible~

T-he most fascinating  book ever written, filled of so many
H-istorical facts and wonderful hopes for the future,
E-nvolving mankind at every level with God, our Creator

B-ook filled of so many hopes and promises with 
I-ntructions on how to live a better life here,
B-efore departing this earth, which could guide us and
L-ead us to our Heavenly abode, after a very personal,
E-ncounter with Jesus Christ, our Lord and Saviour.

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000


by Neldy Jolo |
Categories: inspirational, love, nature, nostalgia, peace, people, philosophy, places


A gem of a nation
An abode of peace
A treasure of empire
A haven of tranquility
A kingdom of treasures
An oasis of modern empire
A space of warmth greeting
A den of hospitable people
A neoclassical form of politics
A gateway to beyond comports
An avenue of understanding
An environment of treasures
An ancient Sultanate kingdom
An indeed pampering Brunei Darussalam

Bandar Seri Begawan
Negara Brunei Darussalam
December 30, 2008
Muharram 2, 1430

by John Gondolf |
Categories: love, romantic, sunset,

Let's Meet at Sundown

please meet me as the sun is setting by the old mill road we’ll spend an evening not forgetting sharing heart’s abode we’ll take a stroll down to the river by the city park and cling together as we quiver feeling chill at dark then count the stars up in the heavens lying in the grass while holding tight as passion leavens touches that trespass I long to hear your gentle whisper softly in my ear sweet words of love that make heart blister begging to endear tonight, my love, let’s meet at sundown through the park we’ll stroll together far away from uptown losing all control
December 13, 2018

by poesy relish |
Categories: family, home, nostalgia, patriotic,

My home

The cozy bed, the alarm, a fight to be first in choice The honk, the rush and late for breakfast, moms voice An abode brimming with love, happiness, dreams A place of daily tiffs and of silly screams home is where love exist, where family gleams The familiar nature green and blooming a surrounding, strangers yet loving it is a prodigous family bound by the oneness Treading together no matter how streanous home is where my heart dwell, my country indegenous © Nadiya (26 Jan '15)
*Placed 6th in the contest 'home sweet home' on 20th May 2015 by Skat A.

by Michael Mitchell |
Categories: baby, dedication, mom, mothers day, success, thank you, tribute, mothers day,

A Mother's Intuition

As life is created from her womb
Bountiful preparation is needed
Charisma, duty, and love
Develop the best care offered
Ecstatic for recording memorabilia
For such experiences occur only once
Given the opportunity to successfully grow
Home redefines as “elsewhere besides the abode”
Ill from separation
Joy still remains in the love connection
Kept in touch through messages of endearment
Life becomes more heartwarming
Mothers nurture endless dreams

*Since Mother's day is nearby, this poem is for all of the caring and devoted mothers out there!:) 

by Mohammad Yamin |
Categories: dedication, life, love, sad,

Demands of Love

Valley of flowers 
And rainbows isn’t my abode
Share if you may
The thorns of my anguish
And be the balm of my wounds

by Gary Fields |
Categories: death, dedication, devotion, father, inspirational, peace,

Those Moments


I prefer to live in the
Ordinance of the Lord
Where truth and love
     Can be found
I long to Reverence
   In his Elegance
Where solutions' abode
In my Sorrowful Moment's
       Of need...
I-crave to see the light
    I pray to the Lord
To keep me threw the night


by millard lowe |
Categories: analogy, child, death, faith, grief, joy, onomatopoeia,

Father To Son: Part II

Father To Son:  Part II
(Apropos The Visit—Part II)

When you left
soaring free
the lingering void sought
to shackle me
in the silent dungeon
of stoic grief.

Faith melted away remorse
and the psalms of reality
in living dreams spread a table
laden with a plethora of left joys
revealed—surreal; and 
the God’s shared creation
that you past this way in your going;
ancestors cheered your chosen coming.

Where tears once watered
the flowers of your resting abode,
now laughter peels away the leaves
releasing petals of budding love;
and we’re now at peace 
with your spirit forever here.

God is not mocked.
Take care we judge not.
Rest well, my sweet Prince.

Categories: betrayal, character, desire, feelings, heartbreak, how i feel, love,

How Looks Thou Love

How looks thou love
That i see not, but desire
And never can hear or
Reach to touch and taste
As does Helen eludes me?

Why feign thy presence 
As though the cool air
We can see and we do
Care to know of what 
Substance it's composed
Or the waters of what
Contents made it so?

Where is thy abode
Then? Within the heart
Or strayed outside of it?
Who drives whose wits
And disguise itself?
Who is to be responsible
If thou hath Helen
And Helen is thee?

Show thyself now
If thou hath genuine that
I may know thee for real
But not without Helen
As with the wind and
Water we bother less
Of what they are but our
Breath and nourishment!


by Tahera Mannan |
Categories: devotion, , sweet love,


My blood with glitter shines
Sings with pure glee
For in my heart the light has began
Reaching for my soul
The right path is found
Strewn with rich colour
The soul is ready now
To uncover the glitter
His sweet love shines
Closer with every word
Making my life a glittery abode
The angels above the horizon
Bow their heads in reverence
To see the true light
Of this oracle so pure
So shine, oh glitter of mine
Shine for the time has come
To follow this right path
Up till the holy one.

By-Tahera Mannan
For Nette’s Glow of Glitter contest.

by Joyeeta Neogi |
Categories: change, emo, emotions, farewell, first love, for him, grave, grief, heartbreak, heartbroken, imagery,

The graveyard of my heart

I buried you with love in the coffin of my heart,
When I realised that it was just a graveyard 
Where people were born and they came for a short ride
And then decide to switch to a new life.
They leave the roads of my heart beyond repair
And now only meant to be an abode of farewell.
So, I hope you face a lot of love as I watch you embark,
And live an immortal in someone else's heart. 
For love is not a luxury I can receive,
Because I was never a perfect fit.

by Awsaaf Ali |
Categories: death, love, rain, sad love, suicide,

The Pluviophile

For months, I waited to embrace her,
And then she came,
I cuddled her with no shame,
Standing naked under her presence,
Like the broken door of heavens,
She hugged me with impeccable love,
Smiled and presented a shove,
I was lost in her million eyes,
And then I begun making love with her...
Sucking her lips under her,
I opened my eyes and realized,
That every word she said, she lied,
I dint lie the only person who kissed, cuddled and made love to her...
Every person under her, she loved,
I crawled back into my abode,
Slashed my vein, and showed,
The love for her, as my blood mixed in her tears,
She wept, and there, forever, I slept.

by jai Garg |
Categories: lost lovelight, light,

That Sunset View

A dry thirsty day quenched by the approaching night,
Those leaves shed under the gale of a light wind,
Nervous squirrels peeping through their green abode;
Nature playing havoc on a depressed soul.

That creeping thought of an unforgettable past;
An over powering urge for the same mutual love.
The brown crystalled eyes and a vague gentle form;
Alas! all lost in the midst of a lashing tide.

The pale sky and a deep red horizon,
Slow encroaching darkness over the drowning sun,
A shimmer of light from that stagnant pool;
The last remains of a sunset view.

by poesy relish |
Categories: boyfriend, passion, romantic,

Secret Hide

The sun RETREATS to its abode as darkness overrun Our eyes lock and his deep INTELLIGENCE reap sighs KING of my heart bound by eternal love thereof He then approach with a STRENGTH that will smitten 'My PRINCESS' his soothing whisper, 'my heart's only heiress' Sheer pleasure send tremors sighting the GEM i treasure BLESSED was the night on the spread of grass We embrace as a SCHOOL of fish play chase The riverside in the LIGHT was our secret hide © Nadiya (1 Feb '15)

by Yolanda Jones |
Categories: art, i love you,

ah Hamburg

you entered my foundation 
silence abode the quaint structures 
of a meaningful gothic erosion
between a quiet reasoning 

as I opened above the perfect 
foundery beckoning precision 
of a sensitive naught that quivered 
and quaked throughout a bias time
tinged with morality that craved 
an infamous pout where you collected 
shells of sadness and compassion 
well crafted amid the calm sea
forming a gentle finish abraisive 
an yet shattered feelings abroad 
that read I love you back

by Anoucheka Gangabissoon |
Categories: beauty, death, life, lost love, love, memory, love,

The Taj Mahal Of India

O Marvelous Mahal Abode of love with no equal Though I never saw you for real I can sense your power so surreal O Marvelous Mumtaz Your story life would never erase Your knight has you in eternal memory Such is willed as your glory O great edifice of love Seeing you I wish to be a dove Flying all over your structure As the one to admire each of your feature O life, shall you give me such an epic Shall my story be such a relic I pray to be as eternal as the Taj Mahal Glorified by my knight so in love with my boreal!

by Jack Ellison |
Categories: life, love, spring, daffodils,

Spring Has Done Sprung

Nothing is more exhilarating Than the first warm day of spring As we shoo away old man winter Listening to the birdies sing Crocuses, daffodils, and tulips Popping up to greet the day Laughter reigns in nature's abode Through the merry month of May It feels like a whole brand new start The world is young once more Filled with joy and great expectations As we knock on summer's door Gayly sailing into the season ahead Let's first enjoy the moment A moment each year of true renewal The joyful season of content © Jack Ellison 2013 A bit premature perhaps?

by Amor Otong |
Categories: july, love, marriage,


A heart of gold
Love is to be told
A tiffany glass like made of
Thy color broke at best abode
Teary eyes, hiatus night
Lofty sentiments it might
Leaving the pastiche art of July
Reflection bygone she has to find!
Meres't whisper of thine precious diamond 
Hail! Lenity in my world!
Don't let me fall Jody
It has the heart of gold
Now I am very telling and cold
Luxury it might seems for me
But it has beauty like Aphrodite 
Depict no warranty
Indulgence all I can see
Will you marry me?

by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: faith, hope, inspirational, love,


~The Bible~

The most beautiful and fascinating book ever written,filled of so many
Historical facts and wonderful hopes for the future,
Envolving mankind at every level with God, our Creator

Book filled of hopes and promises with 
Intructions on how to live a better life here,
Before departing this Earth, which could guide us and
Lead us to our Heavenly abode, after a very personal,
Encounter with Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior.

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000


by Cona Adams |
Categories: change, lost love, son,

Recycled Again

 (A Blank Verse Sonnet)

The couch, a central theme in room's décor
of hunter green, sky blue and dusty mauve,
served well for years as extra bed for guests,
a restful place for favored pet to nap, 

and seat where Grandkids loved to watch cartoons.
Though loath to part with such a gem, we gave
the couch a home in daughter's basement den,
until son's wife gave notice of divorce

and he was forced to find a new abode.
He shopped and found the perfect couch and chair
but finance rate has caused him to desist.

Although the condo's empty rooms brought gloom
he put his dreams on hold, agreed to wait,
then claimed the sturdy couch to serve once more.