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Love Poems About Honed or Honed Love Poems
by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: cute love, desire, dream, meaningful, remember, sweet love,

Dear Memory Rays


You first held my hand in rapture's own sown, green honed land -

Shared time was easy laughter that rose layered throes thru joy-spiced air -

Your lips brushed mine with youth's stirred flair by a stream's calm stare -

We lost focus under night's starry skies as sparks dazzled our sighs -

No years shook my dear memory of our young frays sated in twilight rays.




... CayCay
Jane 15, 2018


by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: desire, destiny, emotions, faith, heart, sky, soulmate,

Promise

Promise
Moon held and made
bathed-beams of love sonnets
dried by sun's own romantic pledge
of streamed warm rays on love's future solace ~
As days then nights honed my prayers
my pain slow climbed sky stairs
and found you there
Promise




... CayCay Jennings
August 31, 2018


by john freeman |
Categories: inspirational, angel, angel, love,

We Will Know As We Are Known

Love substance seems to be twain by the natural human brain and will always remain the same as thinking remains on a natural plane When human concepts we clip beginning to touch angel wing tips arising from lies, earthly disguise realizing demise, as an angel wing flies Agape returns, precept we learn we’ll know what we’ve missed by heavenly love we’ll be kissed we’ll know as we’re known, for by love we’ll be honed All life is love in action diminished in earth by human faction perfection by heaven, loves action diminishes human plane diffraction

by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: appreciation, beauty, creation, spiritual, summer,

Summer Song


I love to season sense engage.
It clears parts mortality-dazed.
When young, summer’s tune range
was firmly, soul-deep engraved.
When grown, human ways hush
our faith with logic-grown mush.

Summer composed odes grant
faith prose that hopes maintain.
The soft song of a summer breeze
lifts aloft a wonderous spree
of smoothed, spliced rapture
too song silky for feel capture.

Summer’s charming, velvet songs
hold notes of mystical essence
assuring we’re a spiritual presence.
Seasonal airs of sensual flairs
are fluid trilled, space tilled, and
sound honed by summer’s hymn.

Air's fine played tunes, early man named wind. 





September 1, 2018
 

by Estela Canama |
Categories: best friend,

Love in Friendship

 Love in Friendship

Don’t neglect a friend,
Especially in times of difficulty
Friendship is the foundation of real love;
Giving advices and confront each other-hold the hearts together.
A love honed through friendship lasts for a lifetime!


by Paula Larson |
Categories: love, love,

NEW

Like bakers kneading moments for their draught,
that using once, discard for the new taught,
is wisdom learned mistaking from honed sought,
nor guilt could so define, for none is wrought.

A newness of prevailing is condensed,
from virtues needing tithing, thereby naught,
as even sin unconquered leaves it ought,
so building in thy grace, would seem as sensed.

Design of living's faith, not piled or fenced
has no regard for guessing - love not dense
is as the widow's coffin, fully whence
love meant to love as endless, no expense.

To love so, ne'er durations's increments,
but true eternal posting, new ... intense!

by zamir osorov |
Categories: love,

Its just a wonder

Thanks for your keen 
 Perceptiveness
And pleasure and kindness
For the descending and mercy
Thanks for the deep and instant 
Understanding
What happened with me.
It, s look really as if somebody
Maybe great heaven
Prepared and honed
Every part of your soul
So precious, close and congruent
With mine in the details and wholly
In the basic things, stems moods and the core
That I am truly astonished now - 
Why we are so long
Searching each other
In that not so big Globe
its just a wonder,
my best beloved.

by Handful Haiku |
Categories: sad love,

Honed

I bared my insides,
you sharpened knives on my ribs;
cutlery, bone honed.

by David Nickle Read |
Categories: age,

Poetry Waits


Within thought’s shadow written
‘Good memory takes time’
Telling tales of paths half forgotten
Honed by nostalia’s perfect love
Memory’s ghost dances through vision
Inspiring pen’s lithe subconconscious journey
Wandering phantom lanes of twisting thought
Bygone Oaks bend in yesterday’s greeting
Crows I once knew echo cries from the past
Silent the gale batters my distant shore
As I wander lonely tracks of youth
Always they lead me slowly here
Writing tomorrow
Sometime next year


by Jo Bien |
Categories: love

love

the old year now fades
with this pen honed by your hands
sonnets from my heart

by Judith Palmer |
Categories: hero, journey, longing, love, missing you,

Grounded

I found his footsteps
There, on the beach
Strewn with flotsam,
Jetsam
Almost out of reach

I walked in his impressions
Gently, feeling him move
Step by giant
Sandy step
In the groove

Honed and alone
Passionate and deep
Poetry in motion
This man is unique

"Life, Simmons, is fluid"
He whispers
In my dreams
And waves crash around
In a magical scene

Across the ocean
Carry these charms
Perseverence
Protection, survival
No harm

Bring him, wind
Bring him now
Swiftly, bountifully
Back here
To my arms

by Johnette Loefgren |
Categories: hope, love,

Cataracts

  Kiss my eyes 

with your lips,

inhale the visions,

peel ing strips,

cataracts

from all the years,

layered horrors,

gathered fears,

gently excise with

your blade,

honed down from

the love we made,

clouded corneas 
of pain

to

let me see 

love's light

again.

by Ruphen Johny |
Categories: allegory, celebration, day, easter, farewell, friendship, love,

THIS DAY

Will there be an other day?
When time is graciously slowed to relish this charm.
When pain is selflessly shroud in each others palm.
And an unfailing love would cuddle us in warmth.

Will there be,
Prayers and wishes so whimsical to the quaint.
Tears and twitches so logical to the pliant.
And a shine honed by the purity of our alliance.

Will there be,
A climate so fitting to our chuckles.
A climax so palpable to settle.
And a tune from hearts to reminisce such trifles.

Never will be 'nother day,
As bright as this one, that's shone on us.
As great as this one, that's won by us.
And as rewarding as the one that we hold in our hearts.

by Sonja Kaufman |
Categories: fruit, growth, pain,

Seed Planting

When she finally understood
The pain she had caused
The hurt cut deep
Just like
Like the well honed 
Plow Blade opens
The earth for planting
Laying bare and ready
The heart

But the sower
Stood ready
And the seeds were
Laid in fertile soil
And gently soothed over
With hands of love

Then came the rain
Healing tears and
Light in turn

There is hope here
For the fruit
That will be found
At harvest

by Arlene Smith |
Categories: autumn, death, hate, heaven, love, peace, war,

Oh Hopeful Dove

An olive branch,
true and narrow;
honed into the perfect arrow.
Pierce thy side, oh hopeful dove;
hate, once again has out bid love.
In crimson pool, thy breath to cease;
this world, sweet dove, shall ne'er know peace.
But now thine soul has been set free,
where love and peace abound for thee.

by Wendy Watson |
Categories: love,

What is love

What is love?

The Bible and the bards have long since honed 
 A perfect exposition of this force,
So though my heart this power of love has owned
I'll simply, such discerning words endorse.





Sponsored by: Faraz Ajmal

07/08/18

by Patricia Sawyer |
Categories: confusion, hope, lost love, passion, sad

Hindsight~

dust and bones.. diamonds and rust
lovers and heroes.. hearts that have gone bust
treasures buried.. promises un-kept
laughter we shared .. tears we have wept
selfish indifference.. well honed through the years
Objects in the rear view mirror are closer than they appear
the past runs behind us.. a quickened foot race
running and ruining.. our hearts can't keep pace
in foresight the lovers.. where friends once had been
then not even lovers.. and all friendship ends
ignoring.. uncaring.. till blue eyes cried dry
just waiting on better .. as decades fly by
with words and looks.. pierced to the bone
she's praying that hindsight.. won't find you alone...


by James Fraser |
Categories: love, passion

Her Delightful Pose

She plays with her hair
In sexy pose
As she bites her finger
The want in me grows

Her shapely figure
Delights my eyes
The lure of her perfume
My body cries
 
Pert and naked
Her skin so toned
We move closer together
Our intentions honed 

As we feel our bodies
Rub and slide
The passion we desire
We can no longer hide

Our hands caress
And grace each other
Our lips meet
In kissing smother

We collapse on our bed
Clenched, entwined
As our night begins
Our hips will grind

In joyous sync
We join as one
Our hearts beating
For from us runs

Our recipe of love
In tender flow
Exchanges
As our bodies glow




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by Tony Bush |
Categories: lost love, love, nostalgia, time,

Darling

Beautiful darling girl of mine, or once you were, 
Yet passing time and honed fatigue dissected 
Molecules of latent loving down in shock 
To a relative surrender unexpected. 
All hopeful advances spurned, the lover's 
Lissom kiss, and itself drained ice white, 
Carnivorous with no teeth and ghostly lips, 
Slid into the cheap seats, out of sight. 
Beautiful darling girl, or once you were, 
Are you more the one and only thing 
To light my melancholic dimming life? 
Am I no more your once and future king? 

by Tony Bush |
Categories: life, lost love, love, sad,

Dark Lens

I cast my vision with a dark lens 
uncapped and honed 
and set upon 
lovers I was seeing. 
I held the tears in brimming ducts 
restrained and damned, 
by echelons 
of almost equal being. 
I broke my heart upon gravestone, 
cracked and split 
and gaping wide 
as conflict poured unceasing. 
It bled all over happiness 
in clouds of red 
and crimson tide 
with agonised releasing. 
I forged my choice within a black spell, 
a medium conjured, 
forced to bear 
in wretched apprehension. 
And though you may not understand 
my love for you was real, 
I swear, 
beyond all comprehension...

by Robert Wagner |
Categories: family, for her, love, marriage,

At 2am - A Poem For Ruth

Quietly
you enter,
and with feline
stealth, pick your 
way through the
darkness of
our bedroom.
My senses, 
honed
over the years
like radar to
hear the pings
of children’s cries,
pukey wretching,
and troubled
hearts and spirits
detects you
as you silently
remove your clothing,
the wisp of your
nightgown falls 
with a slight breeze
over your
outstretched arms,
you slip within the
sheets. “Are you
sick?” I quietly
ask, as I turn
my warm body
to embrace the
coolness of yours.
“They were overstaffed,”
you softly reply,
and I slip contentedly
back to sleep,
our marriage bed
complete.

by Jo Bien |
Categories: lost love

caught

in the timber way up north
cabin by a cool, deep lake
alert and watchful here I lay
always wide awake

fish swim deep in fathoms
waiting to get caught
like an unrequited lover
feeling what love has wrought

walking in early morning
crunching feet on fallen pine cones
reminiscing always remembering
the years of what was honed

coming to that still sweet spot
where passion was once born
was it only yesterday
where now the weeds have grown

by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: desire, devotion, dream, emotions, fantasy, inspirational love, romantic love,

Romantic Domain

Long had his image filled space in my brain
where thoughts of him aimed my fantasies flow
towards pretense he reigned my heart’s domain.
As desires would show, so did my fears grow  
over his possible rejection blow.

One night, when attending the same card game,
he swayed us alone in romance’s name 
and shared his rich domain of desires known
matched my own excited, ignited flame.
Now, we share a domain love honed and grown.




... CayCay
April 14, 2020


by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: love, relationship, wisdom,

Promise, Impervious

Rhythmed ...
          Hearts thrum ...
               Some, far heavier than others
     Darker, deeper, more tender and intense ...

Those, hung on the hook of vows and affiance
          So quickened by a mournful word
               A promise that bloats with guarantee and dream
     Its hems, glinting with hopeful sparks ...

The most treasured of tales
          A grand and vainglorious fiction
               Honed, precise, with sublime edge
     To bleed lovers' beats to stillness ...

"Forever"






~ 3rd Place ~  in the "The Promise" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Judge & Sponsor.


by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: 10th grade,

Magic Is

Magic is the ability to communicate with empathy and love,
Magic is the belief that what we expect is what we will get.

Magic is the talents we bring to this lifetime,
Intuitively gleaned and honed in other lifetimes.

Magic is the ability to let go, let God,
Magic is putting words into the ether, expecting the best.

Magic is listening to our inner heart and our spirit guides
Sleeping our way through new poems, stories, and canvases

Creating products brought to fruition while dreaming,
This is magic….