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Love Poems About Growth or Growth Love Poems
by Honestly J.T. |
Categories: america, for her, for him, friend, friendship, growth, how i feel, international, journey, love, racism, school, social, together, truth, uplifting,

One World

Love is not a color,
No hue, neither a race.
All of our blood is the same, 
That runs deep within our veins.

If we could lift up each other,
And know that we all care.
If we help our sisters and brothers,
There's a bond that we'll share.








©2013 Honestly JT


by Ken Carroll |
Categories: beautiful, devotion, growth, love, romantic,

Call it love

The night it is barren
from inland to the sea
but I am the one who loves you
you are not alone.

Tonight the sky is empty
stars fall in the sea
I am the light to guide you
do not wish to be alone.

If the world becomes deserted
all eyes you see are sad
I will smile for you
you will never be alone.
 
Sleeping I dreamed you
awake I keep dreaming
I dream because you love me
and I am not alone.

It is sometimes madness
a longing absentee
call it love
and we are not alone...

by Winged Warrior |
Categories: growth, inspirational love, longing,

The Nectars of Love

The Nectars of Love Let your love fall, that I may wallow Let your tears drip of inner essence Entranced by the nectar I swallow As I engulf and taste your presence *** Let your beating heart keep company The emptiness that entraps my being I’m a string vibrating in your symphony Forever echoing festal forever freeing *** Intoxicated by your juices made wine For the gods pour down their nectar Indulging in grapes of the orchid vine Seducing our souls a haunting specter *** The nectars of your love are ingested And the fluids of my heart arrested. Sept.05.2018 OK TOSS ANOTHER ONE IN Sponsored by: John lawless

by Mike Gentile |
Categories: angst, growth, hope, how i feel, life, memory,

The Only Door That Opens

When the only door that opens 
                          is one leading to the past
I pack my bags and grab the wine
                             and find my way at last

I sojourn deep into the woods
                              of life’s long memories
and picnic on the leaves of love 
                            for heart song melodies

And then with each familiar chord
                          and with each sip of wine
I start to find myself again
                         remembering what’s mine

A blessed life of ups and downs
                          with courage to be found
in knowing that I’ll find my way
                         when I come back around



by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: family, humanity, life, metaphor,

Tree of Life

The tree of life grows limbs above,
Its strength began in roots of love...
Each limb's branches may grow apart
Yet venture not far from its heart.

Concentric circles share great worth
In trials it has endured since birth,
Having weathered many a storm
Defined by bent or twisted form.

Still beauty reigns throughout the years
In steadfast growth with hopes and fears,
As earthlife seasons come and go
A will to carry on and know,

Though treasured limbs may break and die,
Newest growth reaches for the sky.
Seedlings will spread, divine and free...
In honor of the mother tree.

© Connie Marcum Wong




by Lu Loo |
Categories: angst, confidence, conflict, love hurts, sad,

Setbacks

Setbacks Contest Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negrom missing link unknown her death my pity hindrance lessening of growth regressed innocence before successful progress life’s impediment severe frustration defeated bloodline mourning extinct from her loss thirsty for closure beyond my intelligence woe relapsed from strength prayers heal my heart yesterday’s setbacks bring hope struggle gains freedom ~1st Place Winner~ Date Written: July 6, 2016

by Kennedy Lea |
Categories: care, celebration, child, courage, emotions, feelings, first love, for her, for him, girl, girlfriend, growth, high school, how i feel, i love you, kiss, love,

Shortest Love Story

Our elbows collided, 
'cause my desk is wrong-sided.
Made for a lefty, 
When I write
with my right.

by Kim Merryman |
Categories: bird, spring,

I Am A Robin

On the wing in the dawning light, Spring's new growth comes into sight. Flowers, berries, nuts and seeds, a smorgasbord to meet my needs. I am a robin in grey-brown attire, with my orange-red vest adding some fire. A harbinger of Spring am I, give ear to my joyous cry: Spring! Spring! Wonderful, marvelous, glorious Spring! Oh look! A fat juicy worm. Don't you just love how he wiggles and squirms? Gulp...down the hatch! Wow! What a treat! Now to my roost I must retreat. My mate and I must build a nest, a comfy home where our young can rest.
Robin means new growth 5/14/15 For Andrea's "Picture yourself as a bird" contest.

by Faye Gibson |
Categories: growth, love,

Against a Browning Hill

Against a browning hill 
oak trees' bleeding limbs are stretched; 
some drops release to softly fall 
some cling to dry encrusted scars.
A few short months and we will walk
beneath the springing trees
marking their swords of thinnest green 
stabbing at the stars.
And so, life seasons make their rounds 
in nature and in men 
the flower wilts, the rose is pruned, 
the leaves must fall again.

Everything of lasting worth 
contains a seed of loss;
on young love's throbbing circlet
hangs a bitter cross.
We will walk life's lanes together,
cherishing this pain we share
for spring will come tomorrow
and bloom on our despair.

Copyright, November 11, 2014






by Juliet Ligon |
Categories: beauty, garden, heart, kiss, love, romantic, rose,

Take The Leap Into My Heart

Frolic into these open arms that need you.
Melt into my lips, and let them feed you.

Let the breath of love's kiss
and my eager feet lead you

into my heart's majestic garden.
Bloom freely, my beauty. I'll never weed you.

There is one trophy in this growth,
and it is, indeed, you.

Should my rare rose be cut,
my garden will truly bleed you.



For Debbie Guzzi's "Take The Leap" contest

by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: beauty, blessing, growing up, growth, life, love, peace,

December

Delving in the dreamy depths, I look up
Endearing all who behold my expressive eyes.
Crawling into the dark to see contrast of light,
Embers glow immaculately in my stupor.
Married to the tenderness and comfort of family,
Brave I am to stand in the wilderness of the unknown.
Even in content I confess,
Remembering the cold is what helps me cherish the warmth within.

December 13th, 1993
written: August 10, 2015
For the contest, "Birth Month Acrostics"
Sponsored by: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot

by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: faith, god, prayer, spiritual,

As Rumi Said

“The wound is the place where the light enters you.” … Rumi


God’s consistent plan as tapestried for man's time
and blessing-stiched with knowledge threads divine,
decrees that His cherished children faithfully heed
the spiritual growth pains may gain when hearts bleed.
Since the first sad tears from first eyes shed thundered rain,
God has universally issued and used pain
so His children would each yearn to call out His name.
Without dark as hurt fraught, none would seek His light.  
Wounds serve to swerve all towards knowledge beyond ourselves
for answers His love-light shines brighter than all else.




... CayCay
December 1, 2015


by Joseph Spence Sr |
Categories: faith, health, inspirational, introspection, love, nature, peace,

Nurtured Peace

New growth of life blooms
Nurtured by water and light
Look within for peace
	
	

by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: dedication, deep, devotion, growth, heart, heartbreak, sad love,

I Wish

I wish, for a moment—I could vanish,
like a dream dreamt not to last,
so that ones that dream of me
would falter and wonder
where has she gone?

I wish, that I was a hummingbird 
buzzing in and out of sight,
that only observant eyes
and special hearts
can fly with

I wish I was the color
of your favorite thought,
waning and growing 
with swelling light
bent on a candid smile 

How I wish—and ever more,
that I could be just as I am
and take that little bit of sand
of what we seem to be,
and turn it into something vast—
something true, and welcome

by Jimmy Anderson |
Categories: love, passion, me, love, me, universe,

Queen of my Eternity

Queen of my castle,
Your wish is my command.
Nothing is a hassle..
For I’ll do as you demand!

Queen of my universe,
Tell me what you desire.
If worshipping you is my curse,
Let me roll in your fire

Queen of my day and night,
Have your way and hold me tight!

Queen of my eternity,
My heart does confess;
That my only activity,
Is loving you with all that I possess!

Queen of my earth,
Rain on me and watch my growth
My love since before my birth,
Adoring you is my solemn oath!

Queen of my life,
I’ll love you after my last breath…
The one who will be my wife
My queen even after death!

by Charlie Smith |
Categories: grave, memory, remember,

Beyond A Name



     With pride to boast when gnarled in vines
     that seek to take as nature's own
     this citadel of time will be defined
     more than just letters carved in stone

     Though time and tangled growth obscures
     truest course of meaning now laid to rest
     honor held most sacred from love endures
     upon this face were such intentions prest

     Proudly this guardian of life's measure stands
     a post to which nothing else would ever claim
     that beckons pride with hushed commands
     mysteries held to know beyond just a name

     Overgrown With Vines Contest
     Sponsored BY Broken Wings
     09/26/2016

by Silent One |
Categories: love,

Be patient my heart

I have no words to use that can define,
this task so tough to find my lover's name.
In hope, I wait for my soul to refine,
before my heart becomes old with this game.

This language they call love has no restraint,
yet, still I search for tongue which echoes mine.
Perhaps there is no one who can acquaint,
and yet, I yearn that love becomes my shrine.

Upon this path, one can feel all alone,
when walking with no one to hold your hand.
Enraged with fate one may start to bemoan,
despite all your attempts, unloved you stand.

True love, like leaves in Spring, transcend in life;
be patient heart, for growth is always rife.

Silent One
Written 28 May 2016

by millard lowe |
Categories: analogy, beauty, blessing, celebration, growth, love, marriage,

Growing Old


     GROWING OLD…
     (And We’re Still Together, Babe)

Growing old together,
We’ve mellowed
Like 
Fine wine.
How
Much more
Our love
Is to refine
As we ride
The waves of passing time.

Neither sting-
Less death
Nor defeated graves
Can claim
The victory over
The sacred love that is
The essence of us:
Of our story.

Ah,
The children
Came and left
And now we’re all alone:
You, me
And the dogs.

Praise God!
The children
Are 
Now in their own home!

by Michael Bell |
Categories: beautiful, crazy, devotion, growth, love,

Exponential love

Exponential  Love   

Just like a river  with endless flow,
my love  for  you  forever  glow,
you have  the  sparkle  in  your  eye,
that gives  me  the answer as to  why,

Like a pendulum swing to and  fro,
my heart  is  pounding blow  by  blow,
for  as the  rhythm stays in  motion,
empowers the spirit of  devotion 

The  growth of  love  is  exponential,
cannot  explain this rare potential,
You’ve engraved within my  soul, 
Footprints of love that’s cast in stone.
Fusion of  thoughts  are  moulded in one 
Trusting I will  never  walk alone 


by cassondra white |
Categories: childhood, growth, how i feel, hurt, poems, sad, woman,

love the unlovable

love the unlovable,
when its time to let go,do not cry.
loosen you grip, divide the fingers,
and wish them well
for you were the only person who opened your
cold bones to the untrusting thrones
of the unknown.
giving so unselfishly,
while wishing them the best
while on this cold,
not in your control journey
you fed them the best knowelege
know watch them walk away
no thank you's,no hugs,
love the unlovable

by Akilah Babb |
Categories: anti bullying, appreciation, encouraging, evil, faith, growth, jesus,

FAITH

BY FAITH I WAS BORN
BY FAITH IM NOT ALONE
BY FAITH MY SOUL
IS NOT IN HELL
CAN'T YOU TELL ENEMIES
THRE DRIPPING BLOOD
OF JESUS CONTINUES
TO KEEP ME SAFE
WHILE YOU'RE STILL TRYIN
TO TREAT ME LIKE A SLAVE
HERE IN NYC
MY FAITH CONTINUES TO
MOVE THE'YOU CAN'T"
MOUNTAINS
GOD'S SUPERNATURAL
LOVE CONTINUES COVER ME
IN EVERY VALLEY
TUGH THAT LINE IS
FOR EVERYONE WHO
HATES ME
BECAUSE YOU HATE
MY FAITH IN CHRIST
YOU SEEM TO KEEP
PLOTTING INJUSTICE
THAT JUST ISN'T RIGHT
BUT BY FAITH I'M
ON THE WINNING SIDE
BY FAITH I WILL NEVER
LET YOU ENEMIES
REMOVE MY GODLY PRIDE

by Kevin Shaw |
Categories: green, growth, love, meaningful, nature, old, summer,

English Oak

English Oak

Standing in this field two hundred years,
Witnessed your lives, your loves and tears.
Growing taller with every day,
I see over hills, so far away.
Through Winter storms and Summer sun,
I never hide and I never run.
For I am Oak, proud and strong,
In England’s pasture, where I belong.

by Lewis Raynes |
Categories: art, beauty, growth, peace, strength, symbolism,

Glass art

Frozen to perfect, stiff, fixed and fast, 
Forever replicating exact,
Transparent colours of love and beauty, 
Forever being abstract,

She’s a water kingfisher, with a purple song box, 
Or ocean wave smashing to shore,
Forever being a shimmering dog, 
Or a magnificently powerful horse,

She can be hard and solid, reliably strong, 
Unflinching to hurt, rage or pain,
Or she can be a delicate fragile of perilously weak, 
Carrying your toast of champagne,

She’s our beautiful glass, our goblet of glaze, 
Our sculptured trichromatic quartzite,
She’s everything beautiful wrapped into one, 
Illuminating a rainbow of light.

by Pariah Love |
Categories: beauty, body, confidence, courage, growth, poetry, pride,

Maquillage

Your precious youthful portrait you polish,
Till thy cheeks dye rose and yellow seems gold.
Seeking praise her truth she shall embellish,
Concealing blemish under manifold
Brushes in prayer for brief perfection:
“Make lush my lashes, allow my eyes allure,
 Veil in vanity this unloved complexion,
Feature me anew to comely contour.”
Who fed her the lie that her flaws were foes?
Who whispered she’d die unless she attain
A visage pure as those in heaven’s host,
Wherefore she sees her face and can’t complain.
     Pretty pictures indeed a frame deserves;
     Artless love, she ought learn, no mask can earn.

by Michael Degenhardt |
Categories: death, faith, inspirational, life

From the Womb to the Tomb

Within the womb the miracle lay
Waiting for the appropriate day
To, at chance, enjoy the start,
A life in which to grow in heart

From the day that child was here
Learned to love and pray, no fear
Continued growth in solemn ways
Praying for eternal days

Unto the tomb, the body lay
Soul lives on, to Him we pray
The flesh to ashes as declared
The body’s gone but soul was spared