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Love Poems About Honour or Honour Love Poems
by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: love, lust, romance, romantic, sweet, words,

Kisses and Thumbs

Leave shame at the door
and come in for a while
candlelight skin
scallywag smile

Let’s make beginnings
that finish with sighs
homecoming hands
warm olive eyes

Honour my outlines
then colour me bright
limbs without end
borderless night

Then wake me with words
to which I’ll succumb
even more than I yield
to kisses and thumbs


by Daniel Cheeseman |
Categories: lovelove,

Palm Of Your Hand

Let me walk the palm of your
hand, over the mount of Venus
down the line of life and along
the line of love.
Let our heart lines entwine and
mingle with the lines of fate.
Let our futures be each others
and the stars be radiant.
For in the heavens our love is
written, its glory for all to see,
it falls as stardust, in honour of
you and me.
So let us walk hand in hand and
let the lines entwine, live our
life in paradise, and taste of love 
sublime.
And at break of day let love
change its cloak and come in
the form of rays, to provoke
desire and passion throughout
our given days.




Sorry probs with PC  can't comment
or soupmail at moment will catch up

by Deborah Burch |
Categories: home, symbolism,

Oh Virginia

Oh! Virginia

Come travel back with me to Old Virginia 
The namesake of Elizabeth: the Queen
No other state possesses such charisma...
Oh! Mother, of this nation... evergreen. 

The Old Dominion, (fifth realm of the Crown),
Birthed many 'Declaration' signers here
As well as Presidents...heroes abound,
From battles fought for Freedom we endear. 

The Commonwealth is full of history:
From Jamestown...Williamsburg...and even Poe;
Virginians' Honour and Integrity...
Are still the code for living--not just show. 

The Blue Ridge, Country Ham, and Brunswick Stew...
Virginia! Oh! Virginia! I love you...


deborah burch©1.3.2017


Form: Sonnet 

by yasser rhimi |
Categories: angst, confusion, fear, funeral, hope, love, nostalgia, romantic, visionary,

Phantasmagoric Moments

For one moment I thought
Moons stars and kingdoms,
Humbly yielded to the spell of your tongue;
For I would never miss such an honour
When my heart still dies in front.

From the gravest yard in my groans,
In those rainy eyes of autumn,
You stole into the fragrance of my desert red bloom;
Despite the venom in my features,
You killed the old beast in my gloom.

For one moment I thought
Flowers, bees, and dew drops
Had never been bleeding forever;
The honey have they made
Fell us in love like a feather.

For one moment I thought
We stumbl’d upon each other.

by john beharry |
Categories: bird, joy, love, music, mystery, nature, sweet,

Tropical Nightingale



Perched on a sturdy branch on yonder tree Pouring out your heart in sweet melody With a full throated birdsong rhapsody Filling me with such joyful ecstasy Do you sing sweetly to woo your lady Who listens somewhere on a nearby tree Her heart must surely melt at the beauty Of the song you sing so effortlessly Is your song a joyful testimony To honour nature's musical bounty Given to creatures from earth, sky and sea Whose music blesses all abundantly Or is it part of a profound mystery Heralding a supreme divinity Which pervades all silently and deeply O bird, I'll ever be grateful to thee

by Sekitto kisakye |
Categories: life, love,

HONOUR YOUR PARENTS

Today's children,
honor your parents
to enjoy the world's joy.

Love your parents,
as you love your selves,
our parents are  our life,
the source of every thing.

by diane christian |
Categories: faith, on writing and words, thank you

the gift of poetry

Dear Lord
thank you for poetry
a special gift given to us from you
a great way to express ourselves   of your goodness
and the amazing things that you can do
as you minister deep into our heart
words with our pen on to paper then  start to depart
words of love and  devotion and so much more
all Glory honour and praise be to you
both now and forever more
we can only write in  the way and the  styles  that  we do
not because of us but because  those gifts and tallents come  from you. Amen.

by Simran Mendon |
Categories: 10th grade, cute love, desire, high school, imagery, soulmate, urdu,

A Night's Call


it is five a.m and his voice is a hymn i composed to honour my body. 
his history is now mine, and I have sewn myself to his favourite memory. 
his baritone is cinnamon flavoured - the words, crushed blueberries he has plucked out of the garden of his skin and from which I will make the most insatiable type of wine. 
the smoke billowing from his mouth is my scent - the ittar I adorn my name with, 
and this phone is the bridge between our beds - the miles that separate our worlds, 
he asks me if I know how long it takes to fall in love. 
Just long enough for him to say hello.

by Seren Roberts |
Categories: love,

Prince Jahan and Mumtaz

Eyes met as they walked the market place
Mumtaz and Prince Jahan hearts did race
betrothed for five years before his bride
fourteen children before she died

Prince Jahan it was true love at first sight
distraught at her demise, a shrine of ivory white
built in her honour "Crown of Palaces: now stands
the Taj Mahal is famous throughout the lands

Penned 13/1/2019



by Vladislav Raven |
Categories: love, sunset,

In The Heart Of A Moonlit Smile - A Collaboration With Connie

In the heart of a moonlit smile,
as the sky is alight with fire,
I behold a woman of style,
in sunset she shines with desire.
a love-light glow upon her face, 
her temple shining so divine,
I hold close, her Heavenly grace,
with angelic love, she does shine.

A man of great integrity
whose fondness for the twilight hour,
is shared with me in unity
in grandeur of nature's power.
The stars reflected in his eyes
enchants my soul upon this night,
we gaze in love, with moonlit skies
as crickets serenade 'til light.

As always, Connie, it is an honour to share words with you on the Soup. you always make our collaborations sing. Stay safe.

by PETER ADELAKUN |
Categories: life,

LOW SELF-ESTEEM

It squeezes all hope
Like something tied down with a rope
Giving one a name such as a dope
Alas! Who with this can cope

It makes a life journey very bad
Leaving one with a mind that feels so bad
Here a child isn't bold enough to call his dad
While any man would love to see his lad

Like an honour it bestows on man shame
Which stands in the way of one's fame
It disables the power of the mind as though a lame
Being hindered to play his life's game

Our progress it loves to bog
By defeating one's confidence through its cog
It's as wicked as a ferocious dog
Oh that it would fall off like a log

by Shajid Khan |
Categories: death, dedication, poems,

Tribute to APJ Abdul Kalam

Tribute to APJ Abdul Kalam
Most respectfully dedicated to
Shri APJ Abdul Kalam,
Our beloved Ex-President of INDIA

You left us with a shock
You left us with a tear..
You left us with your books
You left us with your words
You left us with your missiles
You deserve not just a word
but phrases,
To properly describe you
To honour and acknowledge you
To show the respect we have for you
We say 'Kalam Tujhe Salaam"
You lived as right as a man can live,
You showed love and respect for fellow man,
You led by example to things Godly
And even in death,
You were there for the young minds
REST IN PEACE,
APJ ABDUL KALAM--

by Adeleke Adeite |
Categories: life

Leaving a Legacy

Life itself is a bunch of something built on 
nothing, what lives after a man is not the 
luggage of his labor but the legacies of 
love he leaves. Pride is parading the 
porous, painting the pointless and 
preaching on pit-platform. Humility is 
holding unto honour with the hands of 
your heart. What a man posseses that 
adds value to him alone goes to the 
grave with him, what a man posseses 
that  adds value to others goes to where 
his legs wouldn't get to, leaves his 
footprint of the path of posterity & his 
fingerprint on the walls of eternal worth. 
Live to love, leave a legacy. 
~Adeleke Adeite~

by Naldeem Bout |
Categories: childhood, christian, courage, life, love, mother, mothers day,

For my mother's birthday

Dear Lord thank You for a mother
who stayed through it all with us,
who has shown us the way to church,
because in You today I trust.
Thank You for every hardship she faced
for she has taught us sacrifice
now I can give my all to You,
nothing else would have sufficed.
Thank You Lord for all her toil
because she represents great strength
for even in adversity
she persevered through great a length.

If anyone be candidate
let it be her You honour Lord
for You know all about her struggle
and surely You are her reward.
I praise You greatly for Her life
my life without her could not be,
show her Your favour without measure
for everything she's meant to me.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

by david bucknell |
Categories: humanity, hyperbole, mentor, mirror, moon, mother son, mothers day,

Mum

For all the things that you do for me, 
For being my rock and crutch,
For always caring and believing, 
For loving me so much, 

Through all the mistakes and ups and downs, 
You've always been by my side,
For showing me how to live and love, 
For being my council and guide, 

My conscience, values and principles, 
All the goodness that I possess, 
These gifts that you've taught and shown, 
I'm able to honour and express, 

On this day and every day, 
I'll always be your loving son, 
Thank you for each and everything,
Thank you for being my mum,... 

by Brenda Rose |
Categories: appreciation, brother, eulogy, family, feelings, love, tribute,

My Brother Remembered

Oh how I remember him so tall and strong
He showed no fear when facing wrong
So it was no surprise to hear at all
My brother became a man of the law.

A family man devoted too
Took care of his with I love you
And if others were in any need
He’d lift them up till they could lead.

And heard aloud but will never pass
The sound of my brother’s boisterous laugh
And his favourite time he wished could stay
Could only be every Christmas Day.

A man of honour of love and kind
A decent man that walked the line
You could see his strength his mighty will
So that’s my brother his name was Bill.

Brenda Elizabeth Rose

by Ivor Davies |
Categories: analogy, animal, caregiving, family, strength,

Tiger Don't Eat Grass

Tigers laze in midday sun
their very essence shared,
for when they’re caring for their kind
their fangs are seldom bared,
but should a danger threaten those
that tigers hold their own
they’ll give their life to then protect
all those who share their home.

This beast of beauty, strength and power
with independent streak
is emblem of a lifetime’s love
where power is also meek.
A tiger’s heart both fierce and kind
depending on the need
lifts them above all earthly beasts,
brings honour to their breed

Courageous, fearsome, gentle beasts
no other can surpass,
but just remember, it’s their world,
………..and Tigers Don’t Eat Grass!

Ivor G Davies

by OJOBO EMMANUEL |
Categories: mother, religion,

AN ODE TO HER

AN ODE TO HER
 Honour whom shall we raise high
With her i always stand and sigh
Your love is what i see at home
To whom shall you be made known?

Cleopatra-can she ever stands your tide?
The mediator o! She stood the time
She is a way easy and safe to Christ grace
And intercessor of the worn out age

She is of heaven alma-mater
Tabernacle of our lord and master
O! Virgin our gracious mother
Full of grace humble and greater


Etal Gracias Light







by Keith Trestrail |
Categories: birthday, blessing, son,

To Oscar on His 16th Birthday

 Take not for granted mercies near and dear
   nor cede to a possessive pride - rather
 incline yourself to elemental care
   and honour true your mother and father.
 Seek for a saving grace a divine plea
   and His works in awe learn to recognise;
 heed it in plenitude and paucity
   lest you live a fool and think yourself wise!
 Fear not this life, this world, this mortal end,  
   for both its burdens and rewards are great;
 follow its road wherever it may wend
   and I hence from shall on your return wait.
 With all I am I'll love the son you are
 no matter how old, how close, or how far.


      


                     March 2016

by Brenda Rose |
Categories: best friend, emotions, friendship, funny love, imagery, satire, word play,

My Friend Michael

I'd like you to meet a friend of mine
Michael is his name
He has not been my loss
He has not been my gain.

He helps keep my sanity
So I'm not yet insane
And when he doesn't talk too much
He doesn't leave me drained.

Honour and integrity
Is part of this man's grain
He only stands for good and right
So this man bears no stain.

He doesn't stand behind the scenes
And point the finger and maim
If he is in the wrong
He stands and takes the blame.

And if you believe this tall tale
You are far from sane
Crazy Michael's on the loose
So I must catch a train!

Brenda Elizabeth Rose

by Kimberly Shaw |
Categories: appreciation,

Silent Honour

It's Poppies, poppies o'er the land,
stuck fast to collars; prickled hands.
Blood red, emblazoned, filled with pride,
A poppies heart shall never hide!


Poppies, poppies; our best, our brave,
The fallen ones we could not save.
Instead, they marched ahead to cheers,
We love them always, shedding tears.


Poppies, poppies, share our feelings,
Standing tall, we pray for healing.
Fathers, Mothers, sons and daughters,
We stand for all;  silent honour.

by liam mcdaid |
Categories: baptism, beautiful, blessing, destiny, flower, heaven, love,

Back to back love

Many sins have been forgiven 
washed inside the oceans a secret dwells 

Forever loved cherished Rose scarlet 
were the passion bleeds to honour your sacrifice 

Within thorns daggers sharp razor frosted winter flower grows 
dancing with the angels sweet aroma of Heaven claws 

Misted mountain echoes Glory to Your Name 
wild steeds rise and thundering onto the sands crash kneeling 

Winds carrying whispering voices magnified inside waves 
looking up to the sun warmly it kissed me remembering 



by Naldeem Bout |
Categories: childhood, christian, courage, life, love, mother, mothers day,

For my mother's birthday

Dear Lord thank You for a mother
who stayed through it all with us,
who has shown us the way to church,
because in You today I trust.
Thank You for every hardship she faced
for she has taught us sacrifice
now I can give my all to You,
nothing else would have sufficed.
Thank You Lord for all her toil
because she represents great strength
for even in adversity
she persevered through great a length.

If anyone be candidate
let it be her You honour Lord
for You know all about her struggle
and surely You are her reward.
I praise You greatly for Her life
my life without her could not be,
show her Your favour without measure
for everything she's meant to me.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

by harry horsman |
Categories: emotions,

Pain and Ecstasy

Like in the mirror hanging upon the bathroom wall
Shattered dreams this of my image i constantly fall.

Yet it is you that in this life i had to become
A love i thought true to that which i succumb.

To take in reality portrayed like a summer’s breeze
Yet my life in truth full of lies pain ne’er at ease.

But now upon you my dream i honour you so
You were sent to me anew to you everything i owe.

© Harry J Horsman  2013

by Brenda Rose |
Categories: angel, appreciation, beautiful, christian, emotions, how i feel, religious,

Church Bells Ring

When I hear the church bells ringing
It sounds like angels singing
A song with call, "It's time to come along
To hear the Gospel on God' Most Holy Son"

I honour the Command of the Lord
In receiving His Offering as before
Thankful always, I express, for once again
Jesus remembered to call me by name

Upon leaving I'm blessed with God's love and song
(singing)
I've heard the good news and I'll pass it on!

This House of Worship
God helped me find
And
With his love
He made it mine!

Brenda Elizabeth Rose