Love Poems About List or List Love Poems

List love poems and/or love poems about List . Read, share, and enjoy these List love poems! Also, try our sister website's powerful search engine for poems.

Poem Details | by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: love,

How Do I Love Thee - Let Me Count The Ways

and every time i see you it is for the first time 
still my heart skips a beat
and every time we kiss it is our first 
and there is nothing like that first kiss.
and it is not just that i love you with every fibre of my being
but more important that i cherish it and treat it as my most
important priority. 
and now i believe that 
could have stopped me from loving you. 
even if we had never met i am convinced 
you would of monopolized my dreams.
and I choose to believe the beauty spread freely
on earth sparkles just a hint brighter because 
we are so in love with one another.
and to have shared my life with you as you have shared your
life with me apart or together always the better for the union 
we live.
and I still own every crystal clear memory 
of every arbitrary kiss you unexpectedly left on my lips.
and not yesterday
not tomorrow
is the heaven of our existence.
and we always knew 'why? fight the current if you can surf the waves'.
and our mornings 
in the solitude outside our home 
where birds fly and salty dogs roam 
sharing that with you my love 
feels like the purest freedom available to all earthly life.
and i love it when you slip under my skin like you would
our bed sheets after a long journey away.
and even in the pitch of black, surrounded by the dark
my eyes shut and blindfolded i would not see the moon
or the stellar diamonds that hug the night sky but still i 
would see you.
and if i hold you a little tight at times 
please blame my exuberance on the joyous life we've 
shared - every moment we've spent as a loving couple.
and it is you my love who taught me 
the weeping willow not the mighty oak
represents the greatest strength in nature.
and now I know my love the trust to unfold for your partner 
everything that is you (even the darkest parts of your makeup),
the comfort that there is nothing about you your partner won't accept
is a special love gifted to those who seek it with pure intent.
and if the truth be known marriage isn't love, marriage is a contract 
unlike love contracts can be broken.
and i will always be there to hold you when there are no words.
and when i knew it was you i knew it would never be anyone else ever again.
and if not for love then what?
The Closing Soliloquy 

Sleep well my darling
Warm in my heart 
Tender in my thoughts 
Safe in my hold


I do
I hold you

Gift you happiness 
Like links on a chain 
Pure gold
Like the brilliant sheen of hope 


Hope is
The greatest gift of all 

Sweet dreams my heart
Soft in the natural embrace of my undying love.

Dec 7 2015

Poem Details | by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories: love

Love List

     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Love approaches and does not scare.
Love bears and does not let go.
Love cares and does not shrink.
Love declares and does not shun.
Love establishes and does not tear down.
Love forgives and does not remind.
Love gives and does not expect           
Love has and does not gloat.
Love hears and does not tell.
Love hopes and does not give up.
Love instills and does not corrupt.
Love joins and does not run over.
Love keeps and does not stray.
Love lives and does not stress.
Love manages and does not control
Love persuades but does not discourage.
Love proclaims and does not hide.
Love questions and does not badger.
Love rejoices and does not displease.
Love sees and does not condemn.
Love talks and does not defame.
Love understands and does not misconstrue.
Love values and does not insult.
Love wants and does not ignore.
Love XOXOXOX and does not reject.
Love yearns, and does not insist.
Love zaps, and does not destroy.


Poem Details | by Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly |
Categories: character, friend, god, love, remember,

Shopping List

"Shopping List"

Sister Kathy's going shopping and she's asked me for my list,
Needing LOTS of help, so I could not her, resist...

I have a Shopping List not too very long,
But the items listed must be sadly wrong.
My list was made awhile ago, still incomplete,
For it seems I'm shopping for things obsolete,
Or at the least rare, very scarce to uncover,
No longer cultivated, to find, to discover.

At the very top is Love, which should be everywhere,
But not so easy is it to find, leaving me in despair.
I can find ego alright, aplenty all around,
But humility?.So little to be found.
There's apathy and indifference, an abundant supply,
But finding empathy and compassion, the well's gone dry.
Everywhere I turn, there's justification freely spread,
Yet, no accountability found, as others are on, tread.

Truth and honesty are on my list, second from the top,
It seems though, they're out of stock every place I shop.
While lying and deceitfulness are generously promoted,
Handed out like candy, so sweetly, sugar coated.
Honour and respect have become out of season.
Patience and acceptance have lost all their reason.
Gratitude and thankfulness left with news of yesterday;
Now everything is about 'me' the headlines read and say.

Other things I've listed like kindness, hope, and caring,
Compassion and forgiveness, not many up for sharing.
Understanding's not in style, a fad of yesterday,
Passing judgement onto others now on display.
Modesty and privacy, their contracts have run out,
With ostentatious behaviour flaunted all about.
Consideration for others, indefinitely placed on ice,
Manners and politeness gone, along with friendly, nice.

All the many values to build character needed, 
Integrity and virtue, all practically depleted.
Principles and convictions, rocks on which to stand,
Have all but washed away, leaving only shifting sand.

I made my list awhile ago but without much success,
For all the shopping done has caused me great distress.
Even words I'm shopping for can't be found with ease,
Like, "I'm sorry" or "Thank you" or the one, "Please".
I never thought my list to be so arduous a task,
Until I went shopping and then I had to ask,
For items I thought to be to all near and dearly,
Their scarcity alarms me, saddens me severely.

Up and down I've searched, aisle after aisle,
A rarity indeed should I see a happy smile.
I enter every store, every shopping mart, 
Hoping just to fill my empty shopping cart.
I am lucky if I can find just one or two or three
Of the items I've been searching for in every shopping spree.
But the saddest thing of all on my list, at the very top,
Is that genuine Love is hard to find no matter where I shop.

What's so really sad you ask about Love in short supply?
Because Love is within all of us, but still we shun itWhy?
It does seem my Shopping List is much longer than I thought,
But surely ‘twould be nice to find everything I’ve sought.
It is my wish one day to find abundantly all of the above,
And shining in everyone’s hearts the item we know as Love.

Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
All rights reserved.

Poem Details | by Cameron Hartley |
Categories: boyfriend, culture, cute love, humorous, love, racism, spanish,

Notes on Dating a Latino: What You Don't Learn in High School Spanish Class

OneLatino boys like Buffalo Wild WingsIt isn't clear why, but it's definitely emerging as a pattern.

TwoLatino boys are persistentWhen he asks to kiss you for the first time, say noWhy? Because you've known him for a matter of weeks and he is not your boyfriend yetDon't worry..he will continue to ask every week until you say yes.

ThreeLatino boys are really good kissers.

FourLatino boys love their familyHis cousins are best friends, so you probably already know several of themIf any of his cousins also like you, you might think this is problematicYour boyfriend will tell you that it's normal, and it's just because they're jealous, and not to worry about itYou will probably worry about it anywaySometimes it's better to let things go.

FiveLatino boys are romanticHe will tell you how he loves you in two languages and struggle to find an apt metaphor which he can pronounce in the English languageSince his English isn't perfect, he uses his hands to compensate when he speaks,  uses a tilt of his head, a shift in his voice; he says most with his eyes, when he isn't speaking at all.

SixNotice how he lights up when he smiles at you, like the sunrise..remember that the word for smile in Spanish is sonrisa.

SevenWhen he offers to teach you the meringue, say yesWhen you trip over each other's feet, laughWhen his face moves close to yours..kiss him.

EightWhen your racist father starts talking about socioeconomic classes, remind him that unlike your brother's American friends, your friends are sober(Well, more soberDo not bring up tequilaThey're not potheads, at least.) Besides, your Spanish teacher is thrilled with your miraculous improvement in spoken Spanish.

NineWhen you go bowling with him and his cousins and he whispers in your ear that people are staring at us, tell him it's just because they're jealous that I have a boyfriend that will dance with me in public.

Ten"Te amo" is a phrase that sounds prettiest when whispered.

Poem Details | by Dear Heart |
Categories: friend, love, soulmate, drug,

Apply Within - For Contest

I am putting a sign in my window for a position available The position is soul mate, (friend and lover) this is not a temporary job but a forever thingApply within to see what I am seeking You must be male Single (divorced or widow is okay) Live in this city(no long distance thing) Love cats (I have two) And children (I have none) You must be trustworthy and faithful (without trust we have nothing) Have good communication A good listener Love nature and long walks Hate cruelty to people and animals Like poetry(mine especially) Be a writer (optional) Be happy with your life Not into smoking, drugs or alchohol Have humility and kindness Ambition and intelligence are needed As is honesty and warmth and tenderness Mature yet still have that little kid inside You should be supportive and nurturing Appreciate my friends(accept them) Be a good kisser etc Sense of humor is a must Like art and museums and plays and concerts Movies and music Day trips in the city and hiking (sorry these feet never leave the ground) Flowers(because I have a garden) Watching television Love to read and quiet time Have great quantities of compassion and empathy Show respect to me and others Have your own hobbies and interests and friends Accept my flaws Be passionate and romantic and affectionate Like to cook Helping with the housework is not a problem(yes/no) If you have controlling behaviour (please do not apply) Share my values and respect my beliefs Committed to improving yourself Appreciate my private space and thoughts Bring me flowers and chocolates (just because) Willing to compromise at times Put no conditions on our relationship Make me a better person Love me If you feel this is a position you are qualified for, please come for an interview with a list of your qualifications and picture Reminder, this is not a temporary job but a forever thing. ________________________ June 7, 2015 List Written by Broken Wings For the Contest, The Interview, sponsor, Judy Konos First Place

Poem Details | by Ingrid Showalter Swift |
Categories: love,



We are a twine of 


2 chairs
2 drinks
a fire
an oven
a burner
a melted finish
and a perpetually unmelted finish

open doors 
unopened doors
closed doors
slammed doors
cracked open doors
wide open doors


spinning wheels
rising roads
falling rain
long extended open unbracketed Silence
dark thick silence
light bright silence
hopeful silence
cresting like a star being born silence
....we begin again

Poem Details | by Christopher Randall |
Categories: angst, break up, emotions, sad love,

Definitions, Redefined

when the relationship tanks
forfeiting all that you've held dear
heavy fogs covering the destiny
losing out on your all-in bet
turned out to be another flake
clinging on to the last bit of rope
just a synonym of hope, a fancy nomenclature
tired, lifeless, and sick
hand in hand with madness
forsaking the notions
caused by an emotional thief
unable to avoid their pre-emptive avoidance
being stuck in an unpleasant, unbreakable bubble
unrelenting heart strain
another day filled with sorrow
everything is indistinct and gray
The Past
the one thing that never lasts
the place where we just fell

Poem Details | by Lorie Hollins |
Categories: love, passion, romance, me,

Forever In My Heart

Looking out across the morning sky
Amazed at the beautiful sunrise
In which, I see your ravishing smile
And against my skin, a warm summer breeze
As gentle as your touch, falls upon me

Releasing a gentle sigh
I watch the sunlight glisten off the ocean tide
Reminding me of the imperial sparkle in your dazzling eyes
The thought of your sumptuous kiss brings me to my knees
As a familiar sensation washes over me

In your arms, the whole world disappears
The beating of your heart, the only sound I hear
Our moments of togetherness are in complete unity
You captured my heart, you complete me

The magnitude of the love we share, cannot be denied 
It comes around  once in a lifetime
Wherever you may be, near or far
My love, you will be, Forever In My Heart

Poem Details | by Dalia Shahein |
Categories: heart, i love you,

Be mine

                                               Be mine until the sun dies 
                                               Be mine until the oceans flood 
                                               Be mine until the moon falls 
                                               Be mine until skies break down 
                                               Be mine until my heart fails me
                                               Be mine until my soul ravels 
                                               Be mine until my body cheats me 
                                               Be mine until I collaborate with death 
                                               Be mine beyond life itself 
                                                     BCause I'm yours
                                                                 In life 
                                                            After death

Poem Details | by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: husband, life, love, thank you, wifeheart, heart, love,

Is This : " LOVE ? "


My Eyes : See YOU
My Ears : Hear YOU
My Lips : Taste YOU
My Hands : Caress YOU
My Breath : Inhales YOU


Author’s Note :  This is a Birthday POEM
           MY LOVE , FOREVER
              November 4 , 1951

Poem Details | by Kevin C. Martin |
Categories: faith, god, hope, inspirational, jesus, life, love, peace, prayer, religious, spiritual, thank you,

Live, Love, Pray


Poem Details | by Jacqueline R. Mendoza |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, black african american, bridal shower, caregiving, celebrity, childhood, christian, cousin, daughter, death of a friend, devotion, education, environment, father daughter, first love, flower, children, for her, kids, how i feel, little sister, me, mom, mother, native american, nostalgia, people, poets, school, spiritual, student, woman, women, work,

Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself

Poem Details | by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: hope, love, love,


My LOVE - the sound of Her Symphonic voice
My LOVE - is Her music echoing in my ears

My LOVE - sighting Her silhouette walking towards me
                 as a shadow from Dawn's Sunrise
My LOVE - the vision of Her Smile, the sparkle in Her forest eyes

My LOVE - feeling Her warm, smooth silken skin; embracing me
My LOVE - the miracle of Her healing touch, inside my Broken Heart

My LOVE - the fragrance of her womanhood as I caress Her sandy blond hair
My LOVE - the flavor of Her lipstick, Eternal Life given with her kiss

Barbara Jean Gorelick (BG), My Dearest Most Only beLOVEd
Barbara Jean Gorelick (BG), My LOVE for the Eons of FOREVER

   Dedicated to the LOVE, that keeps my Heart alive

Poem Details | by valerie moore |
Categories: love,

Have you ever loved someone

Have you ever loved someone so much.
That all you do is toss and turn all night?

Have you ever loved someone so much.
That all you think about is them?

Have you ever loved someone so much.
That every breath you took was for them?

Have you ever loved someone so much.
You kept a picture of them in front of you?

Have you ever loved someone so much.
You stared out the window waiting for them?

Have you ever loved someone so much.
That you can smell them when there not there?

Have you ever loved someone so much.
That you can feel them when there not there.

Have you ever loved someone so much.
That you wished you could keep them in your pocket
And pull them out whenever you wanted to see them?

Poem Details | by Cona Adams |
Categories: beauty, faith, love, nature,

Life's Passion

 (A List Poem)

What is your passion?
Impossible to name just one.

From the age of twelve, faith in God 
set the course for all that is life.

Second only to faith: Amore.
Ever in love with romance, a taste flamed
by the compelling language of poetry.

Then there's nature, passion-fed 
by a childhood replete 
with a sumptuous Ozark banquet, 
nurturing an ardor for flowers
Better than food for the stomach 
is getting down and dirty,
hands sunk deep in the soil,

matched only by dancingWhat can top 
moving to the voice of guitar and fiddle,
feet tapping out the rhythm of songs
that speak to the heart if not the soul?

Next, tally those books that fill every room 
in the houseWithin, I travel to exotic lands 
created by ink scratched on paperI drink 
the words from the page, ride tides swept 
by the moon, grabbed by songs on the wind,
a mountain refrain, or the roar of a lion.

A last, but time-hungry mania - writing.
Would that words from my pen breathe 
power to create climate and justify peace

Poem Details | by fransisca pretorius |
Categories: love,

My one true love

Love was only a word 
when you came into my life 
just to say i love you is not enough 
I love you more than anything 
more than any one I had ever loved in my life.

I have found my one true love
I love you so deeply

 because you are so gentle and kind 
and im glad you where the one thath I came to find!

Poem Details | by Jonah Guinn |
Categories: beautiful, hope, love, peace, truth,

Beautiful Things

Laughter is beautiful.
It is the manifestation of joy.

Love is beautiful.
It eliminates all war, all fear, and all hate.

Peace is beautiful.
It brings hearts, nations, and all creatures together.

Hope is beautiful.
It is the souls anchor in the storm.

Truth is beautiful.
It is unchangeable, it is constant.

Poem Details | by Jillian Sabecky |
Categories: caregiving, family, food, for him, funny love, giggle, passion,

Banana Bread

Today my husband said ' I can really go for some banana bread' 
But this is what I made instead.

A gallon of Sweet Tea.
A bowl of Green Pea's.
Turkey Club on whole wheat followed by Smoked Meat.
Corn on the Cob along with Broccoli Raab.
Chicken WingsShoe Strings.
Pineapple upside down cakeA chocolate Shake
Baked Potato served with a Stuffed Tomato

Now my husband has a belly ache
I don't think he likes it, when I bake.

Poem Details | by John lawless |
Categories: children, dog, granddaughter, grandfather, love,

Old Dogs and Children

Old Dogs and Children**

Woke up
always a plus.
Took care of business.
Found my teeth -
a must.
Brushed them…
Made coffee
meditated on its scent
and promise.
Met the dog at the door
(no explanation necessary)
Made breakfast for two.
Exchanged greetings
grumps, grunts and
hugs with wife,
confidante and lover
(all at the same time)
Thought about-
-cutting the grass
-washing the truck
-bathing the dog
-planting some flowers
-colonizing the moon
Woke up - refreshed
Didn’t do any of the above.
Visited five month old granddaughter
-changed diapers
-pushed carriage
-sang songs
-Grandma fed her
-changed diapers
-played on floor(with baby)
-stayed on floor(to recover)
Returned home
Made coffee
meditated on its scent
and promise.
Met the dog – again.
Shared a quiet(?) supper.
Exchanged good nights
grumps, grunts and
hugs with wife,
confidante and lover.

John GLawless

**with apologies to Tom THall
Song title “Old Dogs, Children and Watermelon Wine

submitted to – Today I Accomplished – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Sara Kendrick

Poem Details | by David Fisher |
Categories: dream, travel, old, old, , romantic love,

Le Bucket List

                 Ah, Paris, is still calling me, as a romantic lover that has been the 
                 background of my dreamsThough life passes by like a falling star 
                  the hopeful trip still flows through my  bloodstream I’ve put off
                  hearing ‘Comment-allez vous’,  which is an old reminder of what
                   someday I must do  Sometimes my thought’s  wander to  the
                    banks of the Seine yet I’ve never been except in pictures back
                     then  Will it ever happen?  I long to stroll down the Champ 
                      De Elysee  for a whole day during the lovely month of  May.
                       And when I gaze upon the Arc De Triomphe,  I won’t state
                        ‘humph’,  rather it will  be my own  triumph  I’d  love to
                         sit for hours, and  be transformed  by the power of  the 
                          Eiffel Tower There  will be plenty of time to visit  the
                           Louvre  and Notre Dame  which are two good reasons
                            why I cameI’ll also see the castle Versailles before 
                             I die; only as long as I give a tryAnd when hunger 
                              sets in I’ll order café au lait in a sidewalk café  on 
                               the Champ De Elysee, and maybe I’ll say,  merci.
                                A baguette  with some brie will go  wonderfully
                                 With this bucket list spree  in good  old  Paris.
                                   Paris has always been the X on my treasure
                                    map, though wrinkled and worn going  way 
                                     back, I had sworn to dig up my dream, ah
                                      some day, some dayAu revoir mon ami.

Le Bucket List by David Fisher for Bucket List Contest

Poem Details | by Gale Greenwood |
Categories: love, sweet, sweet,


I want to be in love
	with the sprinkling of fresh morning dew,
	with billowing clouds over tall trees,
	with rolling hills of velvet green grass,
	with you under the sunshine of sweet honeydew.

I want to feel alive
	like the birds singing under blue skies,
	like bells chiming from steeples up high,
	like honey bees flying over fields of purple clover,
	like the taste of your breath after a deep sigh.

I want to imagine a world
	of painted sunsets that last forever,
	of sour grapes turned sweet on the vine,
	of floral gardens to fill the senses,
	of a million you’s to share life’s flavor.

I want to create an image
	found in children’s laughter under the sun’s grin,
	found with fireflies that ease the dark night,
	found inside deep wells of lavender and rose petal smells,
	found under the full moon’s nectar of your divine sin.

Poem Details | by Dear Heart |
Categories: love, valentines day,

How Sweet Is Our Love

Let me tell you, my beloved this Valentine's Day

1 You have my heart and I have your soul.
  2 You have my soul and I have your heart.
    3 I love your face, your strength and power.
      4 You love my rosy lips, my hair, my body, my tranquility
        5 We are two hearts sighing, grasping love.
          6 We are a love knot tied, that even death cannot undo.
            7 When the dawn wind is low, sweet our loving.
              8 When dusk falls and the nightingale complains, sweet our loving
                9 When the stars are shining and twinkling, sweet our loving.
                  10  This love is forever and ever, to infinity and beyond.
                    11  A red rose bouquet I have for you this Valentines Day
                      12  I lay it on your tomb, my beloved.

February 12, 2016

Poetry/List/How Sweet Is Our Love
Copyright Protected, ID 16-756-121-0
All Rights Reserved Written Under Pseudonym.

For the contest, Valentine Poem, To Your Beloved, 
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron

First Place  

Poem Details | by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: life, love, remember, wife,

Reminds Me

The Gardenia Petal : Reminds me of the Silken skin of my Lenore
A Red Rose Petal : Reminds me of Lenore's long auburn hair
Cymbidium Orchids : Reminds me of the beckoning green eyes of my Wife
Laying in a Clover Meadow : Reminds me when we first knew Love
The Pink of Early Sunset : Reminds me of Lenore's Kissable lips
Feathers of an Eagle : Reminds me of my Life, my Wife; Lenore's Magic Quill

Poem Details | by dovie lucas |
Categories: happiness, hope, me, day, love, me,

what colors mean to me

blue makes me think of the sky,
i love to watch the clouds go floating by.
black makes me think about the night,
sleeping peacefully with love till the morning light.
green reminds me of soft thick grass,
i like to be laying on it to let the day pass.
grey makes me think of stormy days,
being sad, and dark are a couple of reasons.
pink makes me think of all the giggles,
that you hear from little girls when they get the wiggles.
purple just makes me so high,
or think about somebody thats shy and sly.
of course red makes me think of red,
like a cage made for a couple of doves.
silver makes me think of money,
cause its so shiny, ain't that right honey.
white makes me think of all things true,
clean and new like a winters day dew.

Poem Details | by mandy cabral |
Categories: dedication, family, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, growing up, happiness, inspirational, life, love, passion, romance, social, tribute, love,

I love

I love your soft kisses.I love firm but gentle touch I love the way you bite your lip.I love you soooooo much.
 I love the way you look at me.I love the way you smile I love the way you're shy sometimes,Every once and a while.
 I love it when you look at me, When I'm not looking at you You think I do not realize it, But really...I do.
 I love the way you cuddleI love the way you sleep I love how you bite your lip when something turns you onI love the way you rub your neck,when you are thinking so deep.
I love all of you,Your nose, your lips, your hair, even your smelly feet I love how you drink Dr PepperMorning noon and night I love how if someone puts me down your always there first one there ready to fight I will never stop loving youYou are so amazingly sweet.
 I love that I love you.I have loved you from the very start I LOVE ALL OF YOU,You alone hold the key to my heart.

Poem Details | by mandy cabral |
Categories: caregiving, childhood, daughter, education, family, father, children, funny, growing up, inspirational, life, love, mother, philosophy, social, son, tribute, uplifting,

Rules in the eyes of a toddler

If it is off, I must turn it on.
If it is on, I must turn it off.
If it is folded, I must unfold it.
If it is a liquid, it must be shaken, then spilled.
If it a solid, it must be crumbled, chewed, stepped on or smeared.
If it is high, it must be reached.
If it is shelved, it must be unshelved.
If it is pointed, it must be run with at top speed.
If it has leaves, they must be picked.
If it is plugged, it must be unplugged.
If it is not trash, it must be thrown away.
If it is in the trash, it must be removed, inspected, and thrown on the floor.
If it is closed, it must be opened.
If it does not open, it must be screamed at.
If it has drawers, they must be rifled.
If it is a pencil, it must write on the refrigerator, monitor, or table.
If it is full, it will be more interesting emptied.
If it is empty, it will be more interesting full.
If it is a pile of dirt, it must be laid upon.
If it is stroller, it must under no circumstances be ridden in without protestIt must be pushed by me instead.
If it has a flat surface, it must be banged upon.
If Mommy's hands are full, I must be carried.
If Mommy is in a hurry and wants to carry me, I must walk alone.
If it is paper, it must be torn.
If it has buttons, they must be pressed.
If the volume is low, it must go high.
If it is toilet paper, it must be unrolled on the floor.
If it is a drawer, it must be pulled upon.
If it is a toothbrush, it must be inserted into my mouth.
If it has a faucet, it must be turned on at full force.
If it is a phone, I must talk to it.
If it is a bug, it must be swallowed.
If it doesn't stay on my spoon, it must be dropped on the floor.
If it is not food, it must be tasted.
If it IS food, it must not be tasted.
If it is dry, it must be made wet with drool, milk, or toilet water.
If it is a car seat, it must be protested with arched back.
If it is Mommy, must make her dirty
If it is sibling, must slap,kick,and fight.
If it has four legs, must squeeze tight until makes noise
If big person is on phone, must make lots of noise
If tv is not on cartoons, scream until they are
If food is not good, throw it, refuse to eat it and cry until big people give you something good

Poem Details | by Felipe Garcia |
Categories: anniversary, beauty, best friend, culture, destiny, feelings,

Love Is Strange

Love Is Strange 

I wish I could be the ocean: free, vast, and open, without mundane human responsibility
Can you get me a coffee with a spoonful of magic?
The one that tastes like malt liquor, smells like honey, feels like velvet, looks like danger, and sounds like explosions caused by planes
They say terrorists are real, but stories are made up everyday, the stories that look like America and taste like lies
George Bush, The White House
I don’t want to be the ocean, it’s so cold, open, and vastEternal, 
that is all it isEternal
Bae hates this land
If we elect our next president, he, she, they will change our world for the better
Ne me quitte pas
The red cow of Value knows trigonometry.
I went to India last summer and met Buddha, talked to Jesus, too, and he told me society was a trick
Phil is a smart, kind, and compassionate person; he is a good friend
This poem is published all over the world, it’s exposed the biggest lie from the rulers of the world.
I met thrilling in Italy
It is possible for a cow to jump over the moon if the cow is strapped to rockets.
No chingues!
Every night my Vinyl player begs for me to sleep with herShe starts singing to me and before I know it, she has seduced meStill,
Red cows bleed virtue over humans and speak trigonometry in those sleepless nights.

Poem Details | by Cameron Hartley |
Categories: boyfriend, cute love, funny love, happiness, love, poetry,

True Love For A Nerd: Specifically, a Logophile

True love for a nerd (specifically a logophile)

True love for a nerd, specifically a him not interrupting you while you read, just watching your face, and you, who could read through 7th period in all its rowdy noisiness, who wouldn't look up from the page to see the world end..feel his gaze, and you look upAnd smileAnd then look down again because, come on, you have to make sure the main character lives.

It's being able to flirt in an extended metaphor in such a way that I'd like to think is at least as poetic as "Oh what light through yonder window breaks."

It's laughing at how disgustingly cliched it all is and not caring.

It's discussing grammar and definitions and both of you are interested in the conversationOr he pretends, and that's just as good.

It's a bed full of scraps of poetry and suddenly sitting up at midnight because his smile is like daybreak, like summer, and lovely and oh my god someone needs to put it into a poem; sleep  is a neccesary sacrifice!

It's letting the person you wrote a poem about actually read the poem you wrote about them.

It's being able to read poetry to someone that actually enjoys it for the beauty of words and not solely because it's horribly romantic..although it is.

It's playing word games, tossing rhymes back and forth until the volley is stopped short in the face of an argument over whether non-english words are permissible.

It's him suddenly saying.."We should read together."

It's him saying he wants me to correct his grammarIt's being accepted as a grammar nazi.

It's hearing intelligent thought come out of his mouth..I am an admitted sapiosexual, and damn, he makes intelligence sound hot.

It's like the unread book that you found on your shelf when you felt sure you'd read them all.

It's the story you'd thought you had predicted at the outset but that surprises you by being unconventional and utterly's almost frustrating..yet exciting.

It's the poem you didn't understand, and then you did

Poem Details | by Kent Mckenzie - Skues |
Categories: addiction, art, desire, love, woman,

Have you ever

Have you ever tried staying awake in your sleep?
Or fly when walking?
Maybe screamed loud in your silence?
Well that’s the way you make me feel

When you make meaning out of a simple breath
Read in between my rhymes 
And leave my mind to play like a 6 CD changer

Fine lines, silk hair, mere curves, defined eyes, lighted skin, pink lips
You are my poison, my glaceed cape gooseberries 
You made me fall for music like Jamaica fell for weed
Steady minded, smart, easy, simple
You are the epiphany of my life

You are the only thing between me and sex
The reason you are made love for infinity 
Yes I know sometimes you hate me as much as I hate your mistakes
But that is why I love you

So every time I l close my eyes, I say my prayers to you
Just you
That you will follow my flow

I want you raw with the bore 
And the thorns that come with it
I want clueless of where clouds come from 
And where the sun sets
I want you bad, real bad(and you know what I mean)

Cos the reality is, you just a pigment of my imagination and yet to exist 
I know you are somewhere out there.
Maybe right here
Someday I will find my pretty wings

                     -Kent Mckenzie - Skues

Poem Details | by Eve Roper |
Categories: inspiration, love, valentines day,

Valentine Poem To Your Beloved

Valentine Poem To Your Beloved 
Deep Inside My Heart  

1 You are my desire my everything that I want in a man that makes me blind
2 I love the purity and blissful moments entwined
3 Indulging in moments of daydreams, laughter, and tears 
4 The way you show you care by walking side by side holding hands 
5 The way you take time to listen and share in affectionate ways
6 Feeling each other’s heart chime from waning silver moon until the morning sunset
7 Firmly rooted as we shared life together in love until the end of time
8 You have showed me the meaning of love and how it feels sublime

Happy StValentine's Day My Love


Poetry Contest:  Valentine Poem To Your Beloved 
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron