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Poem Details | by Denise Hopkins |
Categories: allusion, anger, baby, beautiful, betrayal, birth, creation, culture, death, desire, divorce, dream, february, flower, future, grief, heartbreak, humanity, humorous, husband, lost love, love, love hurts, meaningful, poetry, rose, sin, trust, wife, wisdom,

A bloody Rose

Roses here, Roses there, bloody roses everywhere. February brings them to our life, while others hide a broken wife. Young girls dream of their shining white knight, when do you think they'll see, it's nowhere in sight. Single men try everything to be romantic, ask every young girl, they still haven't learnt it. While romance fills their heads, I'm aware of the last lives it brought to death. The rose is not this passionate flower, butt the very thing that causes humans lives to go sour. Nine months later, in mid of November, young girls begin the day they will always remember. With the babies cry with its first breath of life, There's a dad trying to work out how to tell his wife. A family is born, and a family is broken, this is all because, of that bloody rose. written 14th of February 2017

Poem Details | by Andrew Resital |
Categories: beautiful, february, love, romance, romantic, valentines day,

This Beautiful

This Beautiful

close your eyes now and dream of lands
we'll build our future upon those sands
open your ears now and let me whisper
let me tell you how we'll get there

hold my hand now and feel so safe
we'll be flying high above everyone else
rest your head now on my shoulder
even when we stop this feeling's not over

until the horizons of your heartbeat
to the earth beneath your feet
beyond the warmth of your breathe
I'll never let go, of this beautiful

open your heart now and let love inside
see what i see looking into your eyes
wrap your arms around and hold on tight
that feeling of you too much to embrace

open your eyes now awake to your sunrise
you are my day and my sweet night
close your eyes now and where they met
we will grow old underneath your sunset

until the horizons of your heartbeat
to the earth beneath your feet
beyond the warmth of your breathe
I'll never let go, of this beautiful

no matter where we end
we'll have found the kingdom
that place inside your heart
that place we've dreamed of...

until the horizons of your heartbeat
to the earth beneath your feet
beyond the warmth of your breathe
I'll never let go, of this beautiful

Categories: love,

haiku 9th February 2015

                                        birds sing sun rises
                                   how wonderful the world is
                                      dreaming in your love

Poem Details | by E.J. Smith |
Categories: uplifting, care, care, love,

February 7, 1946

Where's my baby?
Bring my baby!
She knew something was wrong
Who did she think she was
To risk having a child at forty-six?
The new love demanded it though
And she had prayed it would be all right
But it wasn't.
That exotic little face
Those almond eyes
The old doctor said put it away
It will never grow, it will never know you
It will be a vegetable.
Leave it where it will get the care it needs...
The care he needs?
I will care for him, he is my son.
I will love him and be proud of his accomplishments.
And he grew, and he loved
And accomplished much
His greatest feat being that of bringing
A family together together
Teaching them how to love
And to be proud of him.

Poem Details | by Emmanuel Fajutagana |
Categories: beautiful, dedication, deep, desire, dream, emotions, encouraging, fantasy, february, feelings, first love, for her, friendship, funny love, future, how i feel, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, love, metaphor, missing you, moon, nice, poets, relationship, romance, romantic, simile, success, thank you, wife, woman, women, youth,

A poem for YOU

In this world of Uncertainties I’m the man that you can trust And in my words of sincerity That my love would never last. And if you could only feel, what i feel for you You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth Like our love that tightens the rope, Like a light that would give us hope. As you watch the dark skies Let me grab the moon for you, And as I catch the bright stars That’s the way you can see me through As this planet turns as it always will And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel Hold my hand for it will make us strong Like a wind, we will carry on The wind blow that sings a hymn for you For they know what does love means for the two Love is blind, and not deaf So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet? In this poem with full of rhymes, A full of love, Babe can you be mine? I don’t expect too much from you Why should I? If you complete my whole. “Till death do us part” that’s what they have said But why do struggles crash them ahead? Don’t ask me when my love will last, To count all of our quarrels, is that a must? Now and Forever is all that I promise No day dreaming and without reminiscence As the matter of time, as the time passes by Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :) pls comment and are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless

Poem Details | by Nileisha Giselle Deliz Diana |
Categories: february, hockey, pride, sports, valentines day, writing,

No Love in Montreal, A Hockey Rivalry

Saturday, February the 14th of the year 2015
It's no Valentine's Day in the Great White North
It's the big Hockey Night in Canada
And to these fans, it's a night of epic rivalry

Saturday nights with the blue and white
Trying to play with all their might
Saturday nights with le bleu, blanc, et rouge
Trying to play all the way through

When the moment the puck drops,
A person's normal heartbeat stops
When the instant the puck hits the ice,
A rival's heartbeat is anything but nice

Toronto Maple Leafs - the long shot team
Will bring their honor to battle for this rivalry
Montréal Canadiens - the big shot team
Will bring their torch to burn on this rivalry

Two teams will battle for a victory right
Only one team will have victory upon being loyal
As for this Valentine's Day hockey night
There will be no love in Montreal

Poem Details | by Norbin Tiru |
Categories: february, feelings, i love you, love, slam, roses are red,


Roses are red like the color of my heart.
Violets represent the color of my face when I'm with you.
I know this is a bit cheesy but I...
Will say that you represent Aphrodite.
You're so cute like a kitten sleeping.
Or maybe a box full of puppies?
You make the word "emo" make me think of "emotes" and
The only emote I do is "loving you".
You could cut a C-Section in me and see all the butterflies.
My hands are almost broken from all the roses I picked for you.
The word "LOVE" to me means:
L - I love you , O - I love you , V - I love you , E - I love you
I'm not that creative like a 5 year old but...
You make me think of "Legos".
I can fit all of the pieces to build us together happily ever after!
I want to hug you like how I hug my pillow at night,
And when I fall asleep, I dream of you...
I wish I had more time to name reasons on why I love you,
But the hourglass I have shattered and 
It would take me more time to fix everything...
And let's be honest..No one would try to fix that stuff.
You also remind me of a scary roller-coaster.
I'm not saying you're scary but that good feeling people get when it
feels like their soul is being taken, because you take mine away.
I think I'm out of clever ways to say "You are amazing".
Maybe you could change this and help me find more.
I just want you to know that I love you, I love you, I love you.
So, as to what I was saying earlier:
Roses are red, Violets are blue
I Love You.

Poem Details | by Sharon Gulley |
Categories: allusion, betrayal, crush, february, love hurts, valentines day,

My Valentine

I lovingly waited for my Valentine
just to find out, he wasn't mine.

My emotions poured out and my 
tears were scattered, as they fell
to the floor, and shattered.

What a fool I must have seemed
to have fallen prank to Cupid's
day dreams.

Your wink of a eye or tender brush
by, didn't mean you were to be my Valentine.

Poem Details | by Cindi Rockwell |
Categories: cinderella, february, heart, love, princess, true love, valentines day,


My friends have always hated Valentine's Day.
They ridiculed the pimply-faced boys
Whose hormone-infused offerings
Smell of Axe cologne and sweaty palms.

Greater the mocking of pubescent princesses
Who prance and twirl and collect tokens
From admirers like shells on a beach, oooing and aahing
Over anything shiny or colorful.

I have always been neutralRed is not my color.
Chocolate breaks me outAnd I am allergic to roses.
I was raised on Disney movies, however, and am not immune
To the power a real love story inspires.

So while I never actively sought to steal
The heart of a young, handsome prince,
I didn't hate the thought that some Valentine's Day I might be the recipient
Of some amorous male attention.

What I didn't know is that there was a deadline.
Like Cinderella, I had a clock ticking
But no fairy Godmother to turn back the hands.
And the stakes were much higher than a glass shoe and a pumpkin.

There's an old song my mother used to waltz around the kitchen singing:
"Love in your heart wasn't put there to stay
Love isn't love til you give it away."
Catchy, romantic, but not very real!

The trouble was, no matter how much love I had in my heart,
I couldn't give it awayNobody would want it.
My heart was brokenNot like when a lover cheats on you,
But literally, as in no returns, VERY-limited-lifetime-warranty broken.

And as my twenty-fifth Valentine's Day approached,
I was in a hospital, knowing that my happy ending wasn't to be.
Despite the many attractive interns that surrounded me,
Flirtily discussing my deteriorating cardiac status, the ball was over.

Everyone had tried to find me a match,
But it looked like the transplant gods 
Were even worse shots than that little demon Cupid.
My date for Valentine's Day this year would be StPeter.

And I was ok with thatI had a good run.
So when I closed my eyes the night of February 13th, 
I was ready for what came nextOr so I thought.
But instead, like another favorite fairytale princess I admired, I woke up.

The light got brighter, and sound was added.
Beating -- a strong, steady rhythm, one I hadn't heard in a long time.
This must be heaven, I thought, 
Wondering why it looked just like a hospital?

"Happy Valentine's Day," gushed a young, fresh-faced nurse
Whose scrubs were adorned with hearts
And tiny Cupids, bows loaded for bear.
"You almost missed it!"

"Where am I?" I stammered?
Although it was obvious I was hooked to as many or more machine as before
And I felt an INTENSE pain in the area of my chest,
I also noticed I was speaking easier, mostly because I was breathing easier.

"Cardiac surgical intensive care."
She went on to tell me that a young man died in a motorcycle crash the night before
And his heart was a perfect match for meHe wanted to donate his organs,
And all I was allowed to know was his first name, Emir.

Long story short, after an extended recovery,
My health is the best it has ever been!
I play tennis, actually go to the gym I belong to,
And no longer introduce myself as: "The girl with the limited lifetime warranty."

Before I knew it, Valentine's Day was upon us again.
I had no boyfriend, but I felt happier than ever!
Still, I felt my recovery wouldn't be complete
Unless I could somehow find a way to wrap up the story of my special Valentine's gift.

Rules are strict, and I couldn't find any more information
On the young man unless his family chose to reveal it.
And apparently, they didn'tSo I had to be satisfied
With just looking up the meaning of "Emir," and finally I understood.

On that special Valentine's Day, not only did I wake up like a fairytale princess,
But a young man truly gave me the greatest gift of love imaginable: his heart.
Not metaphorically, but literally, giving with no hope of receiving back.
An unmatched gift of love from a man I never even met.

And the meaning of my rescuer's name?
Well, that's what makes my story worth telling!
Because my research found that "Emir" means "Charming Prince."
And that is how I knew I would live happily ever after.

Poem Details | by Meghan Palmer |
Categories: angel, baby, beautiful, bereavement, care, caregiving, celebration, change, childhood, children, creation, cry, death, death of a friend, dedication, desire, devotion, dog, easter, emotions, eulogy, family, farewell, february, first love, friendship, grief, home, joy, pets, smile, heart,

Ode to Humphrey

The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girlsBut the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought  laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smartMany would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outsideSo many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappearHe will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from aboveI guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: cute love, emotions, february, feelings, imagery, valentines day,

Valentine's Day

Valentine's day instills romance amenable to the heart's call enticing love to take a chance. February finds time to dance as winter temperatures fall Valentine's day instills romance. Happy hearts slip into a trance joy encompasses one and all enticing love to take a chance. A dance allows hopes to advance for when winter slows to a crawl Valentine's day instills romance. Sharing a reassuring glance lovers wear teardrops like a shawl enticing love to take a chance. When two hearts link by circumstance they don't defer to protocol. Valentine's day instills romance enticing love to take a chance. (A Villanelle Poem)

Poem Details | by Onis Sampson |
Categories: angel, april, bird, boat, dedication, devotion, earth, february, forgiveness, growth, identity, introspection, jesus, loneliness, lost love, memory, metaphor, miracle, mom, mythology, nostalgia, pain, passion, poets, prayer, rain, relationship, rights, sad, science fiction, sky,

Your Eyes

 (Dedicated to Folake)

Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.

Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.

May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.

Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.

Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.

Poem Details | by Flora Mae Gudez |
Categories: absence, baby, best friend, boyfriend, emotions, farewell, february, feelings, first love, girlfriend, grief, heartbroken, i love you, kiss, leaving, loneliness, lost love, love, missing, missing you, moving on, poems, sad love,

First and Last Kiss

Atop the road by the sea
Thou confessed thy affection for me
By a kiss as thy language of love
Ebbed from the copious desire thou have

A kiss from thee, my first love,
Something at last I have
My first love; my first kiss
I didn’t expect I’ll miss

‘Twas a kiss of farewell
For my love will depart and travel
Didn’t know when we’ll meet again
But I’m hoping it’ll happen

Though it’s heartbreaking,
I have to accept the pain I’m feeling.
The first and last kiss we had
Is the first and last kiss we’ll have?

Poem Details | by jan oskar hansen |
Categories: arabic, february, first love, food, kids,


When there is a football match on the TV I switch it
On the last ten minutes of the match my boredom threshold 
Is low and to sit there watching the game for ninety minutes, really!
I used to play football as a boy, goalkeeper of all things then
I grew up and chased girls instead which often was painful 
Like accidently falling in love, that happened frequently.
Falling in love is painful walking into walls and being nice 
To children related to the object of my adoration

Then the pain of being rejected long walks and dark thoughts
Under a night sky, bittersweet flagellation why did she leave me.
This too ended now I`m a goalkeeper again defend the goal and try 
To save the ball death is kicking my way

Poem Details | by Denise Morgan |
Categories: april, devotion, february, first love, fun, funny love, kiss, love,

Springtime Lovers

Tulips in springtime
Expressed, two lovers kissing
Air aromatic

Categories: love,

haiku Friday 13 February 2015

                                           we both in embrace
                                 our souls demand something more
                                             innards of silence

Poem Details | by Mariam Traore |
Categories: candy, care, celebration, february, heart, love, valentines day,

Happy Valentines Day

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Happy Valentines day to all of you
Enjoy all those chocolates,
and share a moment with your loved ones,
Be happy, share that laughter
Share those chocolates, when time comes around
Say I love you to friends,
and family
But most importantly that mate that adores you
Happy Valentines Day once more
Enjoy it this year we have plenty more

Poem Details | by Plant A Tree Poetry |
Categories: desire, emotions, february, freedom, funny love, satire, true love,

Dissonant Minion of Love

So mischievous was Aphrodite's dissonant minion of love
Instinct is discerning towards arrows released from above 

With a dishonest consideration to environmental influences 
	He pulled back his bow
Finger still wet from determining the wind's lingering effect 
	On the emotions below

Releasing piercing assailants from the invisibilities of love
Instinct is discerning towards arrows released from above

Some say he carried a torch to inflame a cold lover's heart
	After piercing it through
Or did the dancing flame's movements depict the direction 
	The winds of change blew

Whether through wind on water or fire, he shot off for love
Instinct is discerning towards arrows released from above 

Scantily clad and trembling in February's cold air does not 
	Fruition in precision archery
Mix in a thin skin that stings in a shaking submission and
	Cold hands shoot clumsily

Arrow tip is dipped in a poisonous mix of desire and love 
Instinct is discerning towards arrows released from above

His alabaster intentions flanked by the callous and careless 
	Comprehension of a child
With no elevation calibration and a credulously nascent mind 
	Misapprehensions go wild

Sporadic, plastic, acidic, nomadic, orgasmic is erotic love
Instinct is discerning towards arrows released from above

Grey faced with white feathers his descending arrows know
	No proper guidance
With knowledge as a shield I voice my own decisions with a
	New found stridence

Venus plays with love as does a cat letting an injured mouse
Deliberately think it has made it safety to a hole in the house

To be an ethical shot the hunter at best should only occasionally
	Succeed with his kill
Leaving the hunted the opportunity to take a stab at love with
	Their own free will

Poem Details | by Manni Veena |
Categories: anxiety, emo, february, feelings, for him, jealousy, sad love,

Great love

"Was it a great love?" she asked, 
with a cool facial expression, 
and a raging storm in her heart
"The kind that keeps you awake in your sleep, 
And forces you to dream when you're awake."
As she waits for his reply, 
she is fixated on his reluctant eyes,
Wishing for a lie, 
Wishing for a "no".

Poem Details | by Emenaha Godwin Holiday |
Categories: age, anniversary, february, happy birthday, holiday, i love you, me,

It's My Birthday

The mind cannot grasp its beauty's
even though it count the colour's
just like rainbows _ pretty's
the heart accepts its glamour's

your heart accepts its glamour's
till the sky falls from the heavens
a conundrum so candour
with tears from the eyes of a raven

adding radiance to life's breath
saying goodbye to hurt and lust
love that is stronger than death
calls us back _ when we're lost.

Poem Details | by jan oskar hansen |
Categories: february, first love, food, kids, funny love, giggle,

the escape

The Escape 
A man coming home from work saw a shadow like a figure leaning against 
an olive tree it was Death, polishing his hoof and sharpening his scythe.
The man said no, not me I`m too young to be harvested he then took a plane 
to Madrid in Spain where got employment in lawyer`s office
At the first day, he knocking on the door death sat in the chair and said; 
from now on you are my helperGo back home and dispose of your parents their 
time has come, greatly disturbed the man took a plane home and death stood 
leaning against an olive tree a shadow on a sunny autumnal dayIn the house, 
his parents said crying the had just buried their son, they didn't see or heard him, 
and the man knew that henceforward he was Death`s little helper.

This story is based on a Syrian story of a man riding from Damascus across 
the desert in the night to Baghdad to avoid death but a drone picked him up
thought the horse was a jeep and fired off a rocket, the man had to walk, to 
Baghdad, but without water and dates he died of thirst and hunger 

Poem Details | by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories: dedication, love, day, words, day, february, love, stars,

Forever and a Day

Each February brings that special chance,
One day a year to say the words of love,
Without a love to share the wined romance,
Instead I look up to the stars above,
While remembering days when we would dance.

Those nights I held you close, so close to me,
Or held your hand while walking by the shore,
Those times we were young and loving free,
Yet now each day means that I miss you more,
But when I close my eyes you’re all I see.

No day goes by without a thought of you,
Each morning brings that now familiar ache,
And skies never seem to be quite as blue,
For you, my heart, I can never forsake,
You are my words and ev’rything I do

Each February brings that special chance,
One day a year to say the words of love,
I have a love to share divine romance,
When e’er I look up to the stars above,
And remember the time you and I danced.

Form: Sicilian Quintains

Poem Details | by J. I. Thomas F. |
Categories: dream, february, happy, love, pride,

February, a Function of Time

A dream that passes once is not much worthy of the pen,
but I've seen you so much more; tonight I will again
I want to try and trust you, though I pause and hesitate,
even in my slumber, I still tremble at the gate.

You are so fair and wonderful, and what am I to you?
Surely just amusement! A trap for my heart is due.
But haven't I resisted long enough to stem the tide?
Still, you seem to care for meO curse me and my pride!

I love the dreams that find us both together; I would stay,
but this ignores the fearsome truth—reality—the day
And is it not the duty for the ones who fall in love,
to express what they are feeling, even to the skies above?

Very well then, know I'm laughing at my own peculiar rhyme,
but you and I together is just a function of good time.

1 March 2017

Poem Details | by Micah Watkins |
Categories: deep, emotions, february, future, i am, i love you, metaphor,

Love is Evolution

on the night that i was born a storm formed while the sun slept...
my mother left me scorned in her womb as the moon wept...
darkness filled the room as i emerged from my cocoon fresh....
i rumbled heavens floors as a roar replaced my first breath...
Thunder made me humble as i slumbered in my vortex...
Dangers in abundence when the beast is at your door step...

Poem Details | by Lei Strauss |
Categories: fun, funny, funny love,

February 30

She said it’s over
We’ll forget what we had
Sooner to leave
It’s ever too bad.

She said a date
Oh February 30!
It broke my heart
Broke me so gently.

Spent long hours
Crying alone
But I’d realized
Something was wrong.

Holy crap!
It was just a trick
Rolled myself laughing
So stupid and freak.

Poem Details | by Audley Johnson |
Categories: black african american, black love, care, deep, discrimination, february, freedom,

Black History

If I am no longer a slave
Why am I bound in chains?
No longer sweating in those fields,
To fuel my master’s wheels
No more chains around my neck and feet
Just mentally within my reach
How far have my people come?
How far my ancestors ran
To get away from that sulking place
We are trapped these days 

My heroes didn’t get lynched,
For my future to be so dimmed 
Brothers, executed 
While the evidence to convict is being refuted
Martin Luther King had a dream
That one day all races will be a team
So why are the changes taking so long
Even after Obama came along
They’ll tell you slavery has ended
But in Libya, human rights are being suspended 
For a certain ethnic group
You don’t care because it’s not happening to you

So where are my civil rights?
Do you understand why we fight?
Who feels it, knows it.
That’s why we decided to show it,
All lives matter they say
While black ones are fading away
All we want is repatriation 
From all the insufferable situations
Peace and love for all my people
One love from all the evil

Poem Details | by jan oskar hansen |
Categories: february, first love, friendship, funny love, gothic,

Marvellous life

Marvellous Life
Back then it is back then- so bloody long ago- 
my heart sang when going home after seeing you
I crossed a bridge, and the water hummed a love 
song and there was no troll under it being 
sarcastic telling me love will not last how wrong  
the troll was, love is the earth I walk upon it is 
the olive tree, the sun and rain that fall it is a part
of what is beautiful in your heart and that you could
not take away the day you leftYou made me free to
love the magnificence of reality and charity knowing
my life is wat it is supposed to be today.

Poem Details | by Robert Uy |
Categories: destiny, love,

An Afternoon in February: A Lady's Sentiment

A riddle she could not decrypt,
    He was; and t'was the reason why
To him, her Love she would not give.
    Perhaps she would, someday, in time.

Poem Details | by Emenaha Godwin Holiday |
Categories: africa, autumn, beauty, deep, earth, emotions, february,

The Love I Breathe

Above the deep blue clouds, i
overhear you hauling like the east wind
kissing all over my neck, where i
lay, so beautiful as the butterfly wing

which I cannot catch
only to feel the lifelong soothe
you offer before the sun hatch
and discomfort me in my suit

ample _ sweats falls like tears
from the rain down to my ring
you never stop flirting with my ears
times you come by and sing.

Poem Details | by Candi Stricker |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, chocolate, february, funny love, how i feel, valentines day,

My Funny Valentine

My Valentine, oh how I love thee, from head to toe
The one whom every day I see
My Funny Valentine is simply me
Beautiful vibrant woman, that's definitely me
One who loves herself from land to sea
Romance, chocolates, a single red rose
Delightful I suppose, to some and I assume to most
As for me, my own funny Valentine
A toast to me, for being content within me