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Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: dance, growth, journey, lost love,

The Awakening

POTD 5th Feb 18

Dedicated to Ken, a good friend of mine who had to give up a brilliant ballet, ballroom dancing and stage career when he was injured after a fall while performing a complicated dance routine maneuver on stageI hope you will enjoy the video too!

Awakened by the sighs of the whispering trees Looking across the vast empty space he sees His winged companion pondering in wisdom Visiting frequently knowing the significance of Freedom Waltzing through his mind she invades once more Intruding reflections oppress thoughts that soar Imprisoned dreams midst fields of unpicked seams Endless chasms of regrets in which no sunlight beams Broken chords strumming tunelessly in solitude Of songs of praises by an adoring multitude Time when they were darlings of virtuosic impression Dancing in wild abandon to a public adoration Truly enamoured in each other their love did blossom Though in Life’s carousel sadly far too often Pursuing perfection whatever may befall One gets absorbed in the fluster of a fall Adorning false crowns in high esteem Ego soars and plummets and shatters the dream Negative energy interrupts Life’s Grand Scheme The fall In the drop of a pin - displeasure he perceives Their past idolising could not now appease The icy cold rejection she projects as she flees Leaving a broken man - who has failed to please For many long years he lays wishing Death’s end Dwelling on memories of his so called friend Friends he thought solid who chose to ignore Even in his whispered words ‘forgive me I implore’ Shunned he was before his knees hit the floor Long years of solitude one day he awakens To find that his dark soulless days have forsaken Terrors of the night have been released - set free False security dismissed by a Heavenly decree From an unsuspecting sky all dark clouds flee Dark night of the soul heralds White light of the self Perceptions of enlightenment an awakening of himself From the corner of his eye a movement he detects A woman of the White Light he strongly suspects In her iridescent persona to her task she ascends His vulnerability she sees and her hand she extends And in a confetti of star showers his heart she mends
POTD 5th Feb 18 Video : Dark Night of the Soul - White Light of the Self Arbre Solaire: Music : Ludovico Einaudi - Nuvole Bianche Video : " Haoma " - ESMA Movies (Mathieu, Melissa, Elodie & Yann) Jan 2018


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: forgiveness, freedom, growth, humanity, inspiration, love, spiritual,

The Gifts Of The Fourth Chakra



Wild spirit - I cherished you tender within my halo of prana careful not to hurt you as I worked to set you free using peaceful hands in harmony with my heart-song I beheld your fragile form of freedom lost as your panicked eyes pleaded release.. and in those precious and few sacred moments - I felt you relinquish your fight or flight to my mission of mildness... a unifying lesson of love befell us that day and when again you flew on turquoise wings through reflective silver winds - you elevated in mindful mercy to compassionate heights in revered reverberations.. gratified to be as one with the universe - reborn in your new found freedom ~ Susan Ashley October 7, 2018 _________________________ *For the purpose of this poem, I use the emotional elements of the fourth chakraThe fourth chakra refers to love and self-acceptance, the ability to give and receive love freely and feeling connected with the universe as a wholeAlso referred to as the heart chakra, it is associated with the healing energy of love and is regarded as the center of compassionA balanced heart chakra is considered to be a wellspring of inner happiness and peace.* *I use the color turquoise to represent a dynamic energy of self-love/acceptance/forgiveness, growth, humanism, inner peace and healing.* *I use the color silver to represent a cleansing element for one’s spirit, a mirror for the soul and a letting go of negative energyAlso, as a vehicle in seeking deeper truth and compassionate understanding to enhance one’s sense of altruism and to achieve a state of perfect balance and harmony in body, mind and spirit.*


Poem Details | 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


Poem Details | 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...


Poem Details | by Winged Warrior |
Categories: destiny, growth, love,

Absolute Truth

Absolute Truth

What’s in a word that fades away in time?
Seldom heard like a masqueraded mime
What’s in a name that hides in the shadows?
Of feverous fame where poets compose

May we speak of love this echoing eternal bliss?
Be it weak in silence and deepen with a kiss
For love has many ships set sail to heaven’s shore
Thus never ready for what it has to explore

It changes faces right before our effervescent eyes
With its traces left behind admits the guilty guise
But love a constant the ethereal glue of the infinite
For in its content we know little of the magnificent

In its Omni purpose beyond our comprehension
There burns a furnace of emotions in each dimension
We think we know it all but there is much to learn
For within our fall we will always youthfully yearn

We are born out of love and defenseless desire
Mourning death with love amongst the angels' choir
Love the only absolute in the seasons of the abyss
For we are en route for the active soul to reminisce.



...dedicated to Heidi Sands for her Love and courage...plus constant support...

...Music by Sheriff~'when I'm with you'...


June.04.2018
Active Soul and Mankind's Self-righteousness
Sponsored by: Catie Lindsey


Poem Details | 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


Poem Details | by Jay Loveless |
Categories: absence, angst, art, beautiful, best friend, boyfriend, care, caregiving, change, character, conflict, confusion, crazy, cry, dedication, depression, desire, devotion, dream, emotions, faith, family, fear, feelings, fire, first love, for him, forgiveness, friend, friendship, girlfriend, growth, happiness, happy, heart, heartbroken, heaven, hope, how i feel, husband, i love you,

Paranoid love

Tell me that this fear is just paranoia in my mind, 
we're not straining, we're not struggling, 
we're not sinking, we're just fine
I'm not perfect my dearest, but damn have I tried, 
and I'll try harder but I know I'll have the same results every time
Do you want me all the ways that I am? 
With all the struggles and the tears and the clinging to your hand
I fear your getting further and Im left on the shore to stand, 
watching you in the distance with a bullet in my hand
Tell me all this worry, its just clutter in my mind, 
tell me not to worry that we're doing just fine
Cause Im scared to run you off and I feel Im falling deep
And Im so frightened of these thoughts that its getting hard to sleep.
All I know is that the heart wants what it desires, 
because of you the match inside has turned into a fire
And I feel the broken glass thats sticking from my skin, 
Wondering if you'll remove the pain or push it back in
My hearts frantic wondering if you feel the same, 
pleading and begging for more than just a saying, 
but to feel and to see that im not alone, 
with being in this love thats overwhelming
Once I told you that we didnt have a spark, 
but you were lighting up and I was sitting in the dark
And this fire, this blaze its wrapped in desire
Im terrified to lose you, I think I might die or, 
maybe disappear from all the pieces falling out, 
im going crazy but when i open my mouth, nothing comes out, 
and I cant explain to you why I just need to hold you close, 
why every time you leave Im scared to let you go, 
why these tears are building up behind my eyes, 
all I know is that the heart wants what it desires 
and it desires to be your wife
So tell me in my panic, that your words are true, 
tell my my dearest what I mean to you, 
tell me that this paranoia is all within my mind 
we're not struggling, we're not sinking tell me we're just fine


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: growth, inspiration, life, love, relationship,

TRUE LOVE SAILED OVER SEAS

TRUE LOVE SAILED OVER SEAS Have I met trouble when I met your ocean eyes for beneath that steady gaze, I reach the highest sky? Slothful moon turned grey, so the stars: tired and pale when I behold your white angelic grace. Distant and unfamiliar you may seem, I wasn't afraid to run, run and catch your gleam without a guarantee of us becoming one, still, I pursue to behold you, my woman. I am no Romeo nor you are not Juliet but allow me to prove, I love immaculate... Hundred miles and hundred days we may separate, yonder, seasons change, my heart to you, I dedicate. Overseas, each time the ship reach the shore, immediately like thunder, I trip to the door for me to send my love letter or find a phone excited I am, the opportunity, I don't postpone! Pity at that time, no internet or cellphones yet so the instant a signal peeps, it's you, I first check. My ears blush and so I am in fever love each time our exchange of thoughts began. Then again while we talk, sometimes, the signal fret, or without proper warning our chats end to wreck. Coins gone and so time on shore is done, again I want to dial My sunshine smile not turning to the river Nile... My heart on somersaults when they hand me your letter like a little boy with his favorite toy, I keep it near my chest awhile I am on reversed cardiac arrest, I confess. Winter feeling I have blown and within is a summer weather, ten months or a year in the middle of the sea with only your letters and photo I kiss, I, in jubilee! Years passed, I came home and I search your address, my intentions of wanting to marry you, I will express. Your parents, unsure of me, they probe too much. How many women I touched-- I gone to bed with for am a sailor, they thought to any girl I resort, I was stunned but I remain calm and quiet as I know myself, loyal to you and no one else. I tried to woo them and prove, my only love is you. God must have blessed us-- as their stone heart melt, a year later, my dream of being your husband came true. _____________________________________________________________ ©OEGuillermo 07:42 pm, January 19, 2015


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: blessing, conflict, courage, dark, growth, inspiration, love,

A Single Soul Cries Out

A Single Soul Cries Out

Across this barren lake my ghost did sail
 lost and heading straight into another hell
Behind, remnants of a dark and wayward past
 treasures stored that shall never last

Sunny skies ever looking down upon me
 joined by those memories soul sought to flee
No wind to send my ghost sailing right along
 on the shore images of a faceless throng

So far ahead a welcoming sandy white beach
 forever racing farther and farther from my reach
No deeds to perform to gain my deep reprieve
 only memories of those I so easily did deceive

Within this lonely lake a single Soul cries out
forgive me , forgive me  , in a wailing shout!

Robert Lindley

note: Once a man raced about all alone, 
stumbled upon a rolling stone,
fell into a headlong dismay,
gathered the courage to just pray,

Words that did by faith then atone,
soon the condemnation was forever gone..


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: growth, heartbroken, lost love, memory, passion, relationship, sorrow,

Paradise Leaving Not A Trace

Paradise Leaving Not A Trace


I took the last picture off the wall
 then my broken heart started to bawl
 on the floor lay your broken vows
 fat they lay like bloated cows

The love sworn by your sacred heart
 flipped over like an apple cart
 the corner lay three mismatched shoes
 I sit here , lonely, cryin' da blues

I took that picture and held it tight
 sad memories of our fightin' last night
 you spat upon my deep, deep remorse
 grieved as you beat on that dead horse

I saw dear hope entered my heart today
 I saw a picture that reminded me of you
 the pretty girl had your perfect eyes
 sun shining so like you in her skies

Tell me just one more time how you care
 lie to me even if it is an oath unfair
 whisper gasps of our sex-filled nights
 baby, please forget those recent fights

Lets hang the pictures back on the walls
 lock the doors, not take any damn calls
 undress as we rush into mad, mad embrace
 stay in that paradise leaving not a trace

Robert JLindley, 06/21/1976

This was my last poem written to her before my first wife and I finally 
divorcedI had my best friend deliver itHe said she threw it into the 
garbage can and told him to tell me to go jump into a lakeNext morn I 
knocked on the door there, her mother answeredI asked for my poem back 
from the garbage can, she got it and gave it to me! I have it still with dried 
food stains on the last stanza.
I keep it to remind me that too late is a damn terrible place to ever be!!! This 
is the first time I have  ever shared it with anybody since she never even read 
it
I hope you may like it , for it shows that young fools
 suffer tooAnd often rightly so...


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: growth, memory, metaphor, , teen love,

Shades of Roses

All their peach faces have now bowed their heads,
Eighteen lovely roses cut from their beds.

In their wilt lies a sadness I have known
Of inferior complexities tone.

Seeing them like this caused me to recall
Tortures of childhood from when I was small.

Unfriendly faces greeted me at school.
Over and over I felt such a fool.

It's hard to make friends when you're the new kid.
Shy and obnoxious, followed, I just hid.

Then just as I finally found a friend,
Uprooted from that home, it would all end.

I felt like a nomad moving around.
No place to call home, staid on solid ground.

With humble clothing and holes in my shoes
It didn't take much to give me the blues.

But children grow up, and when they have grown
They can make a new life to call their own.

Yet there are still shadows that linger on
From the sadness of childhood, now long gone.

My kids had it better, this I made sure.
No school after school for them to endure.

But we all have lessons to help us learn...
There-in lies the gold that love helps us earn.

© July 19, 2016


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: beautiful, confusion, crazy, deep, growth, love, words,

The Despair of In-Between

How I am torn from even thinking we could be more What reason do I have to change what we already are? I make an effort to stop myself from overwhelming you, And the next moment, you are all over me, As I, confused, welcome your playful caresses… And when I offer my own touch, You quickly, shyly decline, With a silence in between telling me you want otherwise I can see it in your eyes… In this trembling tension, I long to melt with you, Offering you a deeper place within me, You inch closer to me with doubt and fear, And I wonder when the barriers will burst My thoughts drifting into the glistening doubt of turning tides In our jokes and laughter, The love that is evident within us is coated away, Tucked within each chuckle, pushing me away… The part of me I long for you to see… For once, I want to hold you, yes… possessively Knowing it is not a trivial joke that brought us together Though here we have not even established mutual affection As it is evident in your complexion… I refuse to believe this is all in my head… It is not by chance that we inch closer to one another In that shy, shameful hesitance My love has no shame It only waits…. You must let go of your uncertainties But please… do not let me go again… Do not reject what is rightfully yours… For it kills me….love, it kills me…. My heart sighs every moment I see the love in your eyes I curse the laughter that we once have cherished For now it is merely a tool to mask the shame of our love I know my words would easily fall into your heart to reassure you, If only you would let open that door, I would show you…. I would hold you…kiss you, and know you…


Poem Details | by Brenda Chiri |
Categories: emotions, growth, inspirational love, poetry, voyage, words,

Words Evolve To Express

You bring out in me a great inspiration Yet the right words are slow to appear In my translation I find hesitation For you are perfection my dear I could write 1,000 poems, yet none No description of you feels right You're all my past loves rolled into one Yet once said seem just a pale light Being beyond vocabulary, I fall short When I believe myself to be so close Further away from it I seem to transport Leaving me at a loss on how to compose Like you, my words of love must evolve As on me your love just keeps impressing For that perfect post my life will revolve As excellence teases me into expressing


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: adventure, blessing, growth, heart, love, truth, uplifting,

My Brightest Star

In pounding Summer, our love is restless, 
like daffodil dreams immersed in hot wind.
In the vapor of Winter’s reign, our love rises above,
reaching the glaring mountain’s lips.

If skies cloud red with war, our love exuberates the fight,
two hearts gazing at the wisdom of the sun
If thunder pangs our heart in static shocks,
our love shawls the sound, refuging the embrace we won.

When the buds of Spring bloom, our love emboldens,
like the yellow petals on a matchless rose.
When Autumn sings its death, our love silvers,
the harvest beckoning our works to fall and resolve.

From the Hour of Languishing to the Day of Settlement,
our love will continue to strengthen.
From season to season I love you always! 
My one, my only, my Brightest Star.


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, allegory, analogy, anger, angst, blue, change, character, conflict, confusion, corruption, courage, cry, dark, depression, desire, emo, emotions, fear, first love, growth, hate, heartbroken, introspection, life, lonely, longing, loss, love, lust, miss you, missing, missing you, senses, sorrow, wisdom, world,

It Can't Be Real

A truth in rage of insult furrows my mind
For it is only an offense given to me by myself
In the mouths of others far innocent than I
I feel the tears trickle down my cheeks
For I have surfaced into an ugly mistake
I am always inadequate in this brain
I try to shine like the advice of grace given
But confidence rarely rears its head my way
There’s a sort of shade blocking its way
A shade that darkens everyday

That very shade led me to believe my feelings are wrong
That I will never belong so long as they are not controlled
I must be careful—for the lines of love and lust run cold
I hate myself truly this night
And no one but myself will give me the right
The very right to degrade my every being
Because you are not seeing what I am seeing

There is no point
My lines run cold
Can I be so bold as to say
I still love with a pang of indistinguishable doubt 
All feelings enter in
As my truth blurs and checks out

Your words pierce me so deep
I cannot describe the pain I feel
God it hurts so bad
It can’t be real

Much like the love I have come to embrace
The very love that links to your face
Tears don’t give it justice

It can’t be real
Much like the love I will never face


Poem Details | 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.


Poem Details | 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






Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: emotions, growth, life, light, love,

SOLITUDE A LOVE KNOT

SOLITUDE A LOVE KNOT Rushing millipede of rain down my window pane sadness drifts, glided uninvited ounce reef. Unruffled even from billowing strain, solitude steals unnoticed like a thief. Tiptoeing feet over my naked crippling fear. Verbiage expressed in trying train distraught. I..yearning a life of dearest love cheer let it be from solitude, it will sprout lots. Loneliness prism echoes songs of sparrows. Nectared bullet actions, a long tender sought. Brushing my frozen hind with hues of rainbow. In solitude, knowing thyself a love knot. Healing ancient wrongs buried deep marrow. Transfixed by time, dot by dot by dot... (c)Olive ELoisa 5:09am August 09, 2014 POETRY TYPE: RONDEL


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: depression, desire, emotions, feelings, friendship, growth, sad,

Love On Weak Knees

This is originally a songI wrote it early last year-- thank you, Justin Bordner, for the fantastic title!

Why are you crying?
You put this on yourself
Why are you sighing?
You knew the outcome well
You expressed your feelings
And everything went wrong
You tore up the meaning
That love will keep you strong

You try but you never succeed
And you soon find out this was all for me
As you try to believe in yourself all you wanna do is hate yourself
And you cry and you fall and you slam your head against the wall
And you know that he'll never really see
Because he never really wanted to see
At all

Dance on his heart now
And make sure that he sees
Smile and take a bow
When you feel you're on your knees
Watch as your thoughts yearn
As he walks straight out the door
You've made a right turn
But it doesn't matter anymore

You try but you never succeed 
And you soon find out this was all for me 
As you try to believe in yourself all you wanna do is hate yourself 
And you cry and you fall and you slam your head against the wall 
Cause you know that he'll never really see 
Because he never really wanted to see 
At all

And I try and I try and I try and I try and I try
And I try and I try and I try and I try and I try







Poem Details | 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


Poem Details | 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


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: beauty, freedom, growth, heart, inspirational, love, power,

Metamorphosed

I see their intentions,
In their trances of manipulation, 
Mind-warping affection, they laid upon you, 
And knowingly you feed on what I thought you were absorbing…

You lash out at me screaming, saying,
“Rest your distrustful inflicting,
Look me in the eye, accept me, and free me!
I will consume their darkness in a bleeding light,
Whilst juggling in the enigmas you cramp me in!

You wonder why I welcome all,
As danger tickles my curves, arresting your nerves
You most sacred, superstitious little butterfly
Cease your incessant, mocking lectures
Flapping your wings at me in a colorful warning

Yes, I know you have seen it all you perfectly transformed worm!
I know what you know even though you think I do not know it!
Your metamorphosis of completion is impressive, yes,
Yet in your expectations, you ignore the fact that I am shapeless, 

Stepping into the open air to confront change with all of its surprises.”

My multihued resolve silenced her… 
“I hear you! I hear you oh so clear,
You innocent, raw little worm of a girl…
So I shall allow, just know:
My mighty wings are here to shade you, not smother you
As your guardian, I will trust with sting
Swearing on my every heartbeat,
I will protect you as you engorge on the thorns you call beauty
I will lift you from the brushes to let you peek at the hungry birds,
And you will plead for me to shield you once more
Though when I do not, and the birds dive down to consume you,
In fear, in haste, you will sprout your magnificent wings,
You will call out my name,
And in tears I will watch you fly far above them all!”

For Justin Bordner's contest, "The Instincts of Innocence"


Poem Details | by Anna Hopper |
Categories: daughter, growth, life, love,

My little girl

The best of all of God's creations
Flipping through my radio stations 
Kisses when I'm feeling blue
The world revolves around me and you
You point out daily, how much you've grown
I react as though I hadn't known
But you can bet, I didn't fail to notice
Not one moment, have I missed
I study your face, memorizing the details
Capturing photos incase my memory fails
But I assure you, if I'm coherent
I'll remember time, together, spent
Shotgun rider in your car seat
Singing ABC's just a little off beat
Working through tangles, in the shower
Receiving a gift, the perfect flowers
Why do I ache and miss you so
While here I am, watching you grow
I've seen this scenario many times
You'll learn to color inside the lines
Then I'll buy you a car and off you'll go
I'll fake a smile and put on a show
Next will be a man to steal your heart
I already miss you, before we're apart


Poem Details | by Steve Tomlin |
Categories: caregiving, childhood, education, emotions, growth, teacher, thank you,

How you showed me love

I might have been a child but it wasn't until
I knew how to dream that I felt real 
All the good things, and the bad
Helping me smile when I was shy

I was alive from the vibes you gave me
Taking your time
so I could see the truth.

How you showed me love
I remember everything you did

And every face you played
Affects the way I play
I learnt to live your way
Every day, Every day

I might have been alone, and never found
Talking to a wall, or I coulda drowned
Weighing up blame
Stirring up hate, shouting you down

But you kept giving me time 
Watching my feet, making drum beats
When i fall, i don't frown

How you showed me love
I remember everything you did

And every face you played
affects the way I play
I learnt to live your way
Every day, Every day

oh, try, try, try again
The look in your eyes as you waited for me
Taking your time, so I could see the truth.

How you showed me love
I remember everything you did

And every face you played
affects the way I play
I learnt to live your way
Every day, Every day

updated:
(written as a song - https://soundcloud.com/inspiraller/how-you-showed-me-love-phone-recording-draft2)


Poem Details | by Karissa Kelley |
Categories: body, conflict, corruption, emotions, fantasy, feelings, fire, for him, grave, growth, identity, love, metaphor, passion, self,

Inferno love

The butterflies in my soul
They ignite my eyes
I'm breathless
Yet I feel so alive
The scorching embers, oh how they burn
But yet they feel so polite, 
As if a searing reminder 
That I'll be alright
I couldn't resist the fiery urge 
As I left this, ice cold world.
The hot coals became my host 
And lava errupted through my veins
I just couldn't quit gazing 
At the flickering flames.
The last piece of me, to decay, was my hand
Oh how I forgot, how my fingers could bend
I thought as I was waving myself goodbye
To ever being human again
Ashes, ashes, were all I could see 
As I saw myself  falling
And as I really listened 
I could still hear my heart calling
Becoming a faint echo
Confined to the shadows of my flames
Banished, never to be re-kindled again
Don't come to close 
Or we shall ignite, dear human
I would combust and I'd eat you alive
Be aware, you must know
That I, well.
I'm a devouring inferno.
My heat reddens your face
While the reflection of my ashes 
Dance like a wildfire in your eyes
The temptation leaves your thoughts up in smoke,
But you kept coming closer
 I, flaring up with every word you spoke.
 Come closer, closer..
 I let my flames spew
What happened to me 
Is why I'd like to set the fire to you
How the flames burn brighter
With not one, but two.
Your blood is heating up, come closer
Enticing you in burning red
I will light the fire inside your head
And I wouldn't even need to dig your grave
You could choose to entrap 
Yourself with me 
And be forever ablazed
Ashes dancing in the fire pit
Comforting you with their warm glow
But trust me it's an abyss  
In which you wouldn't dare, want to go
Fellow lost soul, like I
We've wandered there before
Now forever to entice, just one more
Come closer.
The shadow calls out a warning heed
 Beware all, beware indeed
One flair, two flair
You must look away! 
Don't hold a gaze 
Into the burning dead flames.










Poem Details | by Maria Rheza Mae Rubio |
Categories: confusion, growth, memory, mystery, recovery from, relationship, sad love,

Please Define

Define that fresh sensation once again
Thought to be missed while mellowing further
Define that shiver until one knows when
Tickled by touch as light as a feather.
Define that out of the blue expression
Brought as a smile amidst wonderstruck gaps
Define that itch to make an impression
Asked oneself if it may cause a collapse.
Define that strong desire to keep it close
Tried to hold off the longing within reach
Define that incessant praise as it shows
Felt the comfort to be part of such speech.
These feelings wished for more to discover
Though discouraged to be felt forever.

Define that jaundiced eye hidden deep down
Affected by delusions that must cease
Define that sleepless night tumbling around
Worried about its substance to decrease.
Define that gentle torture creeping in
Intoxicated by pleasure from pain
Define that risk taken for a good spin
Saw a dead end coming latched on a stain.
Define that sweet lemoning on the rocks
Denied the existence of falling out
Define that misfortune kept in a box
Considered as a sentiment no doubt.
These feelings wished for certainty to bite
Regardless, I still do not get it quite.


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: creation, growth, life, light, love, passion, sensual,

The Magnetism of Our Union

Nice and slow, I feel you coming on Persistent, messy, though fragile You are over me, under me, beyond me Crushing my lingering patience, So that it no longer lingers, But putrefies And all the while, I feel you coming on Over me, under me, beyond me You know you have planned this muddle Organized, and poised, I did not take the bait I became the bait And you bit…by bliss you did bite I was so afraid that your teeth were going to shatter… Because I had been made by laboring stonemasons Who were trained to reduce the most radiant of rock into devil I was so hard-pressed in the ugliness Though in that moment, you sank in, and deeply…. Over me, under me, and beyond me You came onto me And all the devil slammed into my being dissipated Now I can barely stand without you……. The magnetism of our union continues to intensify For even patience has her prowl And her rot is built on our magnum opuses


Poem Details | 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!


Poem Details | by Brandy uptain |
Categories: change, confidence, endurance, growth, humanity, nostalgia,

In Lieu of Love

In lieu of love give me hate,
In lieu of age give me an imagination, even if it is too late.
In lieu of sex give me chocolate,
In lieu of a grave give me a ride to Mars on a rocket.
In lieu of sadness give me happiness and glee,
In lieu of pride give me humbleness, please hear my plea.
In lieu of beauty give me a heart of gold,
In lieu of fear give me courage allowing me to be bold.
In lieu of desperation give me hope,
In lieu of weakness give me strength to climb the mountainous slope.
In lieu of cowardice give the power to fight,
In lieu of darkness give me a soul that lights the night.
In lieu of inferiority give me a ladder to climb,
In lieu of confusion give me reason to my rhyme.
In lieu of death give me time,
In lieu of purgatory give me the sublime.
In lieu of a man's priorities give me motherhood,
In lieu of the big city give me the backwoods.
In lieu of captivity give me wide open spaces,
In lieu of sadness give me happy faces.
In lieu of music give me the laughter of my daughter and son,
In lieu of sarcasm give me a good pun.
In lieu of the cold give me warmth,
In lieu of stepping back let me race forth.
In lieu of ignorance give me an amazing brain,
In lieu of hunger give me grain.
In lieu of pain give me pleasure,
In lieu of squalor give me treasure.
In lieu of lying give me a tongue that speaks true,
In lieu of loneliness give me you!


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: change, destiny, devotion, growth, identity, life, love,

The Balm of Synchronization

It is dangerous to walk into the conscientious realm of another,
To make love out of emotions long dreaded, long missed, and long lived
Each choice we make to discover in one another
Is sacred, momentous, and worthy of comprehensive purpose

We, in principle, are made for each other, 
To live our lives in exploration of one another,
To breathe into the depleted lungs,
To bite the lip long quivering,
To dress wounds as if they are your own

I speak of unity, and I speak of strength
I speak of daring yourself to know the ins and outs of my terrain
Passing all impasses of disdain, sorrow, failure, and unimaginable pain,
They marvel because we matter
You stay because you understand

You understand because I have long dreaded this moment
I have long missed your breaths,
And I have long lived your fears
I have touched the lips that speak so clear,
Wrapping your surfacing scars against the balm of synchronization

A most treacherous climb into the safety of your arms,
I anticipate the choice you make each and every day
You know I wait, because you and I were made that way
In turn, challenging the rest to discern what we have long understood