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Poem Details | by tu tran |
Categories: love, poems, words,


Words can be as deadly as a knife
It can penetrate straight through your heart
Bleed all the spirit right out of your life
Twists your mind and tear you apart

Words can bring you pain and sorrow
Weaken the spirits of today and tomorrow
Breaks your heart and squeeze your head
Leave you living yet leave you dead

But words of love from the very start
Can instill much happiness to your heart
Eased your pain and comfort your mind
Have you seeing yet have you blind

Poem Details | by Stella Healy |
Categories: addiction, beautiful, emotions, fire, love, poems, surreal,

Paper Dolls

she is everything you have seen in the movies
crayola hair
velvet dress
sugar in her veins
tears glued to her face
she fingerpaints the kitchen walls like a little girl and tapes their polaroids to every surface

he is every music video you've memorized
always humming something sweet
he lights all her cigarettes
writes her into little love songs that she never listens to
wakes up and watches the sun singe the grass

she is always dancing
swallows bubblegum for breakfast
flashes pearly whites with a sharp glare
they are always going somewhere 
always the first to get drunk and the last to get home

she lets him to all the driving 
pushes him to speed up
to run the reds
to trust himself
to risk it all

he finishes her sentences and she finishes his cigarettes
dying is only glamorous when it belongs to her
he says she is so bright
he is scared he will burn her out
she giggles and giggles and giggles and cries
she throws away the self help books, the anti-depressants, the love letters from all the boys before

they sit across from each other on his neon leather couch
stare at each other for hours
no words
just silly faces
they giggle and giggle and giggle until it hurts

and when they scream
the ceiling bleeds
he punches holes in the walls
she shatters all the picture frames 
all the furniture left limp and battered
echoes bouncing back and forth between cracked walls
paper dolls losing balance
paper house burnt down

before he knows it
he is finding glitter underneath his fingernails
behind his knee's
caught in his teeth
she wakes up with lyrics scribbled on the bottoms of her feet
the windows are always open
her hair always twirling in the wind
pretty little pills paint all of the counter tops
empty bottles sitting like molding vases

and before they know it the manic pixie dream girl and the manic pixie dream boy are intertwined all desperate and dreamlike 
they've switched bones and playlists and fur coats
they crash into the room like supernova's
the carpet dyes itself red underneath their feet and everyone stares
she drowns in his drunken paradise
chokes down his charisma
coughs up stardust
and suddenly

she's bored

ties a knot around her neck with the tape from his cassettes
she wants the one she can't have and it's driven her mad
its all over
all over 
all over
and she's gone
a heart-wrenching holograph that will never dance again
every girl he meets will resemble her less and less

and he's alone
paper boy
paper home
up in flames
glitter and smoke

Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: august, beautiful, beauty, care, city, dark, dream, farewell, first love, for her, friend, friendship, girl, girlfriend, how i feel, i love you, lost, night, poems, poetry, summer,

I dreamed a dream of You

Yesterday I dreamed a dream,
that had no end.
You in your white gown, and long, black hair flowing.
You were calling my name.
I heard you, but I couldn't reach you!

And when I say your soul was tainted.
You went out in the night life.
You dressed in your black, evening ball gown.
You danced till the Red Sun came out, over the horizon.

You smiled at me.
A flame in my heart burned red hot!
My knees and hands shook with nerves;
Nerves of love and joy.
I blew you a kiss,
but you turned away!
Oh, please don't turn away from me,
for I would die, if it happened again!

Your beautiful and golden heart showed me the truth.
The truth that every gentleman wants to hear.
I've seen you walk the streets,
in the blue dawn of August.
As I followed you, you stopped and looked at me.
You smiled so beautifully, and my heart fluttered into oblivion!

You walked with your friends and I went my way.
I couldn't find a single trace of you that day.
I cried out "Why did I leave her like this?!"
I looked for you, all over the courtyards and town squares!
Yet no sight of your beauty.
..No sight of your golden heart, that I hold so dear to mine.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
Why did I leave..that is the question!

I should have stayed by your side,
till the ends of time.

Yet I had left.

One gloomy and parish midnight.
I came along a road,
and soon found myself in front of a wayward cafe.
Smiling faces all around me.
I spotted a beautiful face that outstood all the other faces around me.
It was yours.

Your face brought me to sanity and I went over too you!
You spotted me and tried to run!
I caught you in the dirty hallway and pulled you in.

Our eyes met and I fell in love once again.
Sanity re-entered my mind, body and soul.
I kissed you and you kissed back.
You held my hand, and we left the cafe and walked down the street.

The street was gloomy, yet we together brightened the dark street.
We went back to the lit up city streets, of the lands filled with smiling faces,
and we fell in love and slept together.

You lay there in my restless arms and I gave you a sweet kiss,
upon your sweet and soft head.
Your dark hair was sweet smelling and felt of silk.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep with you,
there in my arms and we dreamed together
till the morning came and woke me up,
and took you away from my weak and weary arms.

I dreamed a dream of you.

Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: absence, analogy, care, character, courage, hope, how i feel, i love you, life, love, poems, relationship, women, writing,


I LOVE THEE I am no voluptuous beauty nor do I live a life of purity I can only say: I love wholeheartedly with all I am so truthfully I keep my heart open though it gets hurt so often I avoid to be irate as I know love changes the heart rate.. Guys tried to coo and woo, they say words as for "only you" Yet, hard to believe it is true as I see some untrue I give chances as my heart marks with tact entrances I learned from various instances looking man in romances In places where rules impede, two persons who wants to bid Not of money but of affection, in them must be determination I love thee not of what you have… Not even of who you are but to how you are to me… If I love you, don't tell me much what to do… As me, myself will show you, I am that real and true.. Yes, I am liked by many but tell you what: I don't like this honey nor am I proud of it in anyway One is enough to make me stay Stand with me through it all, I give my best not to fall My name your sweetest call echoing in every wall.. Hold me firm yet dear; allow me to move closely We'll make it anyhow, treading smoothly on flows... We are strong, aren't we? No one moving alone Together we'll face phases in tune, though there will dunes.. ________________________________________________________ © OLIVE ELOISA DGUILLERMO 3:25 pm, 07/13/2013 ***CONTEST: ANY POEM GOES #13 SPONSOR: POET DESTROYER 8TH PLACE (TO GOD BE THE GREATEST GLORY) ***Sponsor SKAT A Contest Name Any Old Poem #5 4th place

Poem Details | by White Wolf |
Categories: longing, love, poems,

Trust Me Baby This Is Love

The turtles roam where the butterflies go How can I say what your love means to me A poem I write to hopefully show To convey with tender words sincerely My love for you continually grows For in my heart I hold your loving smile Inspiring me to write you endless prose Our time too brief though your love does beguile All I can offer is my heart to you In return for yours that will never stray I promise you I shall always be true Hear my words of love and let them convey Of my undying love until the end For now this love poem to you I send
23~June~2017 For Trust Me Baby This Is Love contest Sponsored by: Mystic Rose

Poem Details | by Quoth TheRaven |
Categories: angst, beauty, dance, desire, first love, gothic, inspirational love, love, metaphor, poems, sweet love,

Knotted in the Dance

Knotted in the Dance Our eyes in a silent promise locked, the way only stranger's can. Perhaps foretelling of lover's, unfrocked, langoured and breathless ran You, I think, blushed in surprise, though I really don't remember. For I, like a thief rushed window pried, saw only endless splendor. Your face laying against my chest explored, and traced the furrow'd line. Though indifferent to that wound ignored, the scar I tried to hide. You, now with arms around my neck entwined, my hands, the master of your curved hips Knew how with charms, bound to defect, divined, to lands where time stands unperturbed in eclipse Few hovered the hall that night as we, caught in love's magical trance Two lover's enthralled in flight shall be, forever knotted in the dance.

Poem Details | by rahul bhatia |
Categories: hip hop, hope, inspiration, love hurts, poems, rap,

Love or Help

You live to love, When you love to give. That life you never had Like forever, had no wealth. Still had a hand to help. All I have is dreams for myself grand plans for world and words to rhyme with strength. The world will change, it depends on range of rage or love we raise. Well thats a phase of world, where we stay some for months, some for days or its a game we play and score to glee. All above, We live to love and we need to give.

Poem Details | by Joe Flach |
Categories: poetry,

Poets Who Write Love Poems

Love poems are not written by poets in love;
They are written by poets infatuated with the concept of love.

Poets write of their dreams;
Poets write with their imaginations;
Poets write of hope and fantasy.

Only poets who dream of love, write love poems;
Only poets who imagine ecstasy and passion, compose love sonnets;
Only poets who hope to love and fantasize about love’s allure, pen lyrics of love.

Poets who are in love write poems of butterflies, bubbling streams and blooming blossoms;
For, when you are in love, butterflies fluttering by fulfill your dreams;
Bubbling brooks of cool, effervescent water engage your imagination;
Fields of flowers in bloom with rainbow hues and fragrant bouquets are what you hope for and fantasize about.

Poets in love, live love and write about other wonders;
Poets dreaming of love; imagining love’s splendor; hoping and fantasizing about being paid a visit by Cupid’s arrow,
And, only those poets,
Write love poems.

Poem Details | by simone segal |
Categories: inspirationallife, inspirational, life, love, poems, poetry,


Dear freinds, poetry soupers!

So sorry I've not been around lately for I have a message to the world, THE GIFT! I now am presenting a TV show called Mind, Body and Sol here in SpainI have also started my second book, my poems will be posted! love you all!!!!

THE GIFT is the answer of a bright new dawn

The law of attraction in poetry form

These poems guide you to a life of success 

They are simple instructions, one can easily digest

I live by the law and my life is so sweet

I would love to share this inspirational treat

What I think about I bring about, It's incredibly true 

It's all in the THE GIFT about dreams that come true

We all need hope, and now is the time

The key to success, a changing of minds

When you take this on trust, what you are about to read

It will show you how, in life to succeed.

The theory has been around for thousands of years

But been kept a secret, so it appears

Now it’s out, of this there is no doubt

I would like to tell you what it’s all about.

What you are thinking, and how you feel

Is creating your future, It's called the law of attraction

And on this subject, I have been very well tutored

Life seems to be full of highs and lows

We all need a shield for the knocks and the blows

Controlled thoughts, and controlled feelings

Will grant you your wishes, and all you are dreaming.

Nothing comes easy, like learning to drive

But when you have mastered it well, your spirits alive

Nothing can stop you; you're well on your way

Confidence takes over, it’s a brighter day

The same on this subject, in which that I write

For when you have mastered the concept

Your goals are in sight, you become what you think about

Sounds crazy but true, It's all in the poems

Written solely for you.

Read the rhymes, over and over

THE GIFT will be your 4 leaf clover

We all have the power, we all can succeed

Enjoy the poems


Poem Details | by Jesson Rata |
Categories: life, love, poems, seasons, simple, spoken word, stars, sweet, symbolism, voice,


Star-crossed lovers? Not even close
The two were brought together at first sight, it seemed no future
Came from different familiesOne  with an alcoholic motherThe other, never even saw a glimpse of his father.
The tale of two, both had only one pursue.
The feeling of gentle, soft, light, addictive emotion.
None had no clear dreams of tomorrow.
The nights are filled with courtship, a chase to impress the other.
One moment hot, one moment cold, the rest, just right.
Like a ripping mango, once green, now grew shades of yellow.
The days came, after one anotherFilled with tears both of melancholy and joy.
Trials after trials, the tests made them tougher, stronger, milder.
Fights came about, shouts, screams, pure disaster.
Struggles were like winterA way to make them closer, together, sharing warm laughter.
From there, the fruit of their shared endeavors resulted in four successors.
Each one varies, much like the seasons.
Yet all dream of creating presents to give to their creators.
Time ages allTime heals it allTime makes it all.
The two continues to smile together.
Reminiscing the past, revisiting memories that lasts.
They both continue to live, only to paint a better picture.
Time creates it allTime tells it allTime knows it all.
When will the two fall? When will it all dull?
Together, the two will awaken, the two will never be broken, the two will happen.

Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: analogy, care, feelings, love, poems,


ANGEL'S TOUCH Did you ever stop to think, What this angel's touch really mean? Smiling at you at a flower's blush Giving you the time to think and hush When you wanted a melody to hear She sang you a song in joyous tears When you badly needed determination; She is ready to give you inspiration When only a joke could make you smile; She flashed it to you in shortest mile When you wanted a game to play; She partnered with you in gay When only an hour you swore to spend; She wants to be with you until the end When strings of thorns are poured upon you; With arms wide open, she welcomed you She comforted and gave you might All these all she did with heartfelt delight Now, I ask you... Have you ever felt the touch of an angel? ____________________________________________ Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux Contest Name: Beginnings Matter Placed 2nd ©OEGuillermo 2:39 am, June 30, 2013 ***my first ever poem @ fifth grade elementary.:D? I was nervous when I posted but am excited and thrilled to see, how many reads it will get and the comments.:)

Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, blue, cry, dark, death, dream, farewell, fear, for her, friend, friendship, how i feel, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, october, poems, poetess, poetry, poets, woman, write, writing,

The Blue Poet

I am the Blue Poet.
The uneasy man.
Who longs to be loved,
or just to have a friend.

My heart whisphers a low melody
on a faint, cool evening
thinking of her.
Once in my arms,
laying on my bed of roses.
Now she is gone.
I cannot think anymore!
It is hard, to love again,
When all your love has been taken away.
..I am the Blue Poet.

I am the Blue Poet,
That walks the bluish, dawn and dew covered streets
in the the October evenings and nights.
But I tell you, I wasn't always so blue.
No! I was once alive..happy..romantic,
..till Love went away!

Now I sit in the wayward poetry clubs,
drinking club soda and snapping my fingures
to a finished performance on a poem about love.
Written by a soft, spoken seventeen year old girl.

Soon, it is my turn to give my poem a read.
I stand on a lone stage, with a spotlight drownding me in blindness.
I face the faces, who look at me and smile.
A clap, and a cough, bring my head up.
I look out upon the sitting crowd.
To see that one face
that speaks to me,
without the movement of the mouth.
The face never showed though, and my head fell back down.

I start to read.
A vase of emotions kill me and swallow me up.
I try to hold back tears, but no more could I halter.
I finished, with a salty tear, rolling down my rough and oiled cheek.
I leave the crowd at ovation
and leave the women, all with tears in their eyes.

I come down from the stage, leaving the bright spotlight.
I shake hands, give hugs,
and collect my pay, and have another round of club soda.
Then, I go down the midnight alleyways of sprinkled city streets
finding myself a cozy room.

I think of her for a moment,
then off to sleep.
I dream of one time laughs, and hugs and kisses.
I cry in my sleep,
...For I am the Blue Poet.

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: angel, beauty, imagination, love, murder, poems, romance,

Kill Me

Kill me

Evil creeps here and there
All around, and in the dank misty air

I can taste the blood on my lips
I shiver, at the thrill of my death

Nothing matters
As I sense the essence of this nefarious attack

I lack the vision to see the terror
Of the not knowing, not quite sure

When the arrow long and straight
Shall come to pierce my heart impure

As it most surely will
In the autumn rain

I remember, I consume, I devour
That day full of umbrellas

I saw you dressed in black and red
My heart, suddenly filled with delightful dread

For I knew, I knew who you were
The stranger with the pretty umbrella

We smiled, even if you knew yet not why
You would become the one to kill me so

With kindness
With flowers
With candles
With soft music
With your sweet caress
With the sway of your hips
With your smile
With your love of humanity
With your laughter towards children
With the dance in your step
With your lips that bound my love to the angels

You killed me with your pure desires and charm
You killed me with such delectable wiles
For surely to be beside one
As beautiful as you
I must have died
And drifted up to the heavens above

Poem Details | by Lyric Man |
Categories: longing, love, passion, poems, poetry, romantic, sensual,


Long my youthful days
You took me, and showed me how
I never got over that first daze
What you did to me, and even now

You relentlessly chase me down
My infatuations.still, I can't hide
A fierce hurricane, you surround
Until this dreamer takes a ride...
Come on, let's see how we collide 

Yes, rush onto me in every dream
Carry irresistible scents of love
Until soft whiffs of passion bloom
Uncage the beast, release the dove

Intoxicate with.your every breath
I'm hopelessly drunk.your fantasies 
The amorous tug, who could resist
Chance to explore, deep mysteries

You relentlessly chase me down
My infatuations.still, I can't hide
A fierce hurricane, you surround
Until this dreamer takes a ride...
Come on, let's see how we collide 

Your wanton lust for my prolific pen
Excited sighs..for my spill of ink
We're making love on a bed of white 
Sweet girl I love.the way you seek

Together, the aroused tensions mount
Impassioned rises to this
Poetic perfection.feel the release
Conceived a poem, in wondrous bliss

Always and forever, my true best friend
Whether the morning, or into the night
I'm still taken.oh, countless inspiration
This grateful writer, awed by your sight

And you relentlessly chase me down
My infatuations.still, I can't hide (not one)
A fierce hurricane, girl you surround
Until this dreamer takes your ride...
Come on, let's see how we collide 
How far.we can ride this tide
Through the day and into the night
The writer's were my sight

My secret...
Your sight!

~Lyric Man

Note: I wanted to celebrate this writer's Muse! She has been by my side since my teensShe's never abandoned me and she whispers sweet inspiration into my soul, even in my dreamsI love her so much, words simply cannot contain the depth!

Poem Details | by Anthony Clifford |
Categories: love, poems,

Love Is A Gamble

They say love is a gamble but that can't be trueBecause I wasn't gambling when I found youI wasn't looking for love, my heart was coldIf I did have a hand, my hand I would foldWhy take a chance on something so rare? It's a game, it's a gamble, and it just isn't fairBut neither is life and what's life without love? It's no life for me so I look up aboveAs I pray for some help in this game I can't winI push the button, my chance starts to spinJust when I think my luck has ran out, I run into you and lose all doubtSo if love is a gamble, then grab the diceNo matter the cost, I'll pay it twiceI'll give you my chips, my tokens and moreI'll give you my love, it's you I adoreSo if love is a gamble, then gamble you mustIt's all or nothing, it's all or bust.

Poem Details | by Scribbler Of Verses |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, change, emotions, feelings, for her, friend, friendship, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, love, metaphor, poems, poetry, poets, rain, relationship, remember, romance, romantic, sad love, time, together, truth, woman, write,

Wrestling Verses

Wrestling Verses

Spilling ink onto paper,
reading tea-leaves,

fragments of mirth,
shards of anguish,

trapped in rolled-up sleeves.

Turning up my collar,
as blue as these days that slip by,

scattered verses plunge into,
the fathoms of unknown waters.

My ink runs, slips, treading lightly,
penning odes to love on bare skin,

your skin,
your bare back my canvas,

my fingers tracing, caressing, scribbling,
homages to our laughter, our tears.

Wrestling verses,

lie spent, exhausted,
famished and parched from saying too much,


my fingers tickle your soft skin,

my ink would run dry,

were it not for your gentle touch

Poem Details | by Charlie Smith |
Categories: faith, god, heaven, hope, jesus, poems, religious,

Light Of Love

          Fault or fear dare not destroy,
          Uncompromised faith that takes to flight;
          For dreams held bright with endless joy,
          In the unfading glow that is your light.

          To soar and softly touch the sky,
          That bares itself to souls embrace;
          And from those heights, I'll know that I,
          Will surely gaze upon your face.

                             Light Of Love 2016

Poem Details | by Dalila Agtani |
Categories: love


A GIFT You've given me a piece of your soul inside a sunken brown envelope written handle with care as if I was born heavy-handed. You've telescoped my soul once more in its caravan on a mountain slope stooped by a bulky backpack. It's good you've frozen that portion of my long journey I could have missed the sun just because I stooped too low that I could only see my heavy footsteps. I've always known when I unwrap your love with my crystal-pure letter opener I've trapped a powerful force that allows me to forge ahead with its timely smiles. what I just received is static showcase of a dynamic love! NOW I KNOW Now I know you covered yourself in coming to me for I was too green to know myself that outgrows my form. I am sorry if I hated anything that didn't speak my unfulfilled language though what it attempted was to enrich it and my world. You spoke my language nonetheless and maneuvered me into marching to my inner heart. How could I resist from following strangely familiar footprints to a wide lawn home almost forgotten in the dark smoke of my activities. WHY YOU Could it be That my footprints Have lead me To meet and see you as beautiful? I could have seen you any other else If these noise would have stopped crowding about my sensitive ear. Maybe I was formed To see you as I do And there's no way To be otherwise. Or if there is It could be a slim probability I could not wait For time to unwrap Your true worth For I have my heart Filled with pregnant rose And to wait a little longer Would mean forever. It could be that you are an eclectic of personalities that lighted my footprints or, perhaps, watered them with tears. in my case I chose you and that's a footprint hard to erase!
Dalila Agtani

Poem Details | by Jeff Green |
Categories: death, father, loss, mother, sadson, love, poems, son,

A faded leather notebook

A faded leather notebook filled with lines he'd never read
  Was never far away from where he slept
The book that she had written since her love was but a seed
  A book so full of her he always wept
She never let him read it and he teased her every day
But now he held her poems as he missed her every way

Each page is filled with all her hopes her love and yes her dreams
  Each verse is filled with him in every line
His life is now an ancient suit that's split in all the seams
  Each day another step on his decline
She was the only reason that he woke up every day
The woman that he loves and now he misses every way

He tried to read the sonnets that his son said were so sweet
  But never could he read beyond the first
For all the lines were tortures his endurance could not meet
  With every word he thought his heart had burst
She had written in the notebook at the end of every day
And her poems are the loving that he craves in every way

And now the leather notebook lies there clasped in lifeless hands
  He'll never read the verses of her heart
But his mourning son beside him has a soul that understands
  His father never had the strength to start
He will treasure all the poems that were written every day
They're the story of his parents whom he loved in every way

Poem Details | by Michael Degenhardt |
Categories: inspirational, love, passion, people, words, beauty, fire, beauty, fire, image, poems, smile, together,

You Inspire

I cannot help but smile at the very thought of you
You create an image of loveliness that so inspires
For deep within this man rages a fire burning true
The very thought of you releases new desires

You create an image of loveliness that so inspires
Your face of beauty gives my mind words to write
The very thought of you releases new desires
As poetic fires burn from the flames you so ignite

Your face of beauty gives my mind words to write
So all come together then, neatly and with flow
As poetic fires burn from the flames you so ignite
Your beauty gives my poems light, eternal glow

So all come together then, neatly and with flow
For deep within this man rages a fire burning true
Your beauty gives my poems light, eternal glow
I cannot help but smile at the very thought of you

Poem Details | by Erin Evans |
Categories: dark, depression, emotions, heartbroken, how i feel, i love you, lonely, longing, love, me, metaphor, missing, pain, poems, poetry, relationship, write, writing,

Letters On My Arm

you won’t listen to me, so i write to you on my arms
this one says i needed you and you weren’t there
this one says i’m bleeding but you don’t care
i wrote you this one out of despair, 
seemed like you always had to be at some other somewhere,
and it hurts, because it’s me you’re dismissin’, 
with no time to listen, just need your attention, 
it’s your touch i’m missin’, look me in my eye,
i know you see my letters, so why don’t i get a reply?
i guess it’s worth it just to try, 
to get you to notice me just one more time, 
write you just one last line, 
but i’m runnin’ out of time ‘cause i’m runnin’ out of ink, 
needin’ more time to think, 
but i don’t have it, so i sign my last letter and address it to you,
i hope this one gets through

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: passionsweet, love, poems, sweet,

Desert Love

Hotwhite hot Sahara sand am I. Turning, ever turning, how I burn whitehot white beneath the desert sky. In search of sweet relief, for you I yearn, shifting, ever shifting, I’m a dune. Each particle of me is filled with heat. I roll beneath the sun of afternoon, ever passion parched though time be fleet. I’m drifting to the brink of mad desire. Coolblue cool, sweet pool that I pursue- mirages that appear quench not my fire. Bluecool blue, my remedy is you. I’m half a continent; my love is vast. Reveal yourself, Oasis, at long last! For PD's Your Best Love Poems ((old poems only)) Poetry Contest

Poem Details | by Corwin Donovan |
Categories: beautiful, emotions, pain, poems, poetry, romantic, sad love,

Under the bloom of a full moon

The light of the moon slivered upon her hair,
The calm breeze flickered the lanterns dim glare,
Followed by a gust blowing it out with a flare, 
The heavens opened up with stars everywhere,
Playful eyes swimming as they stare,
Taffeta laid and her beauty now bare,
Sensual caress of a touch now paired, 
Tremble of lips with fervent kiss shared,
Friction of grass with intensity gasping air,
Zenith in line as I wait my time to flair, 
Another summer night and I always want to be right there.


Poem Details | by Anthony Clifford |
Categories: i love you, love, poems, smile,

Meant To Be

A thought, a smile, a heart, beats wildA breath, a blink, no time to thinkA choice, a bet, sunrise, sunsetA question, no answer, a sound, your laughterA chance, call it fate, no choice left to makeYou're mine, I'm yours, hands of time, set the courseCan't do, can't say, can't try, can't seeJust know, it's you and i, and were forever meant to be.
By aclifford

Poem Details | by moha lakers |
Categories: allah, angel, farewell, i love you, poems,


Remember me when you hear the wind blow.
I am with God, I need you to know.
He called my name, and I went to see
If the voice I heard was speaking to me.
He took my hand, we walked along
The road to heaven, where I belong.
The angles sang so sweet and clear
They sang of love and that Jesus is near.
I felt his touch, I saw his face,
I knew in an instant I was in his grace.
He spoke to me, I heard him say,
You are home now child, you have found your way.
So remember me when you hear the wind blow.
I am home now with God, I need you to know.

Poem Details | by Sonnier Williams |
Categories: change, christian, jesus, love, poems, poetry, religious,

Your Love Made The Difference

Jesus, Your love changed me
Your love made the difference
You loving me changed me
I’m not the same
I’ve been changed
I’m a new person
Changed from the inside out
Jesus, Your love changed me
Your love made the difference
You loving me changed me
I can pray for my enemies
I can turn the other cheek 
Jesus, Your love changed me
Your love made the difference
You loving me changed me
I can love, love unconditionally
I can bless those who curse me 
Although not always easy, I can do it
Yes, I can do it 
Jesus, Your love changed me
Your love made the difference
You loving me changed me
Changed me from the inside out

Poem Details | by Anil Deo |
Categories: celebration, devotion, father, gospel, jesus, loss, poems,

I LOVE even when I have Lost: Loving What Is

Did I tell you my poem on the urge to write was lost?
Did we talk about meeting Jesus in the Gospels, seeing His heart?
For days now, I’ve been unable to post
Yet, God has been the same, healing Pastor Ray Kingrea’s palate
After surgery to remove a cyst, and reconstruct sinus “bones”
Yet tonight we did our joint Church presentation, “Culture & Truth”
While globally, He is turning tides of war, to save, to love everyone

My LORD is beyond Bible & biography, not a God bent on being Missionary
To destroy every faith and culture that does not follow The Way
Jesus died so that he would have a big family
Multitudinous, multi-colored, varied-skinned sinners turned siblings
To the delight of Abba-Father’s heart, who never forgot Adam
Out of whom He took a rib, and made Eve, the one wife, First Woman
Ever wanting to make us complete, with Helpmate, Glorious Good Father
I smile as I look at the clock, know I must awake at 6, to worship together
With hundreds of children you adore, paid the highest price to save
I fail to do my part, to share your heart, from Mountaintops of Wonder

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

love the unlovable

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

Poem Details | by Amy Deason |
Categories: hate, love, love hurts, poems, sad, sad love,

I Hate


I hate the way you hurt me
I hate the way you lie
I hate the way you push me away
I hate the way you make me cry.

I hate when you destroy my trust
I hate when you disappear
I hate when you won't answer me
I hate when you leave me in fear.

I hate how your always on my mind
I hate how you break my heart
I hate how you mess me up
I hate how you can rip me apart.

I hate that I need you so much
I hate that I forgive everything you do
I hate that I can't stay mad
I hate that I don't want to be without you.

I hate that my love is blind
I hate that you know it too
I hate that no matter what you do to me
I hate that I don't hate you.

Poem Details | by moussa reslan |
Categories: dedication, feelings, i love you, love, passion, poems, poetry,

These Feelings I Want to Bury

These feelings for you I just want to bury
right beneath the caress of those cherry
scented kisses which captivate and carry
my mind to the finest places
laced with heavenly graces
where people have no traces
of our moments, of you and I
from now, from today until we die
when you smile and when you cry
be there for the two
giving my all to you
painting the grey sky blue

Pleased with us must be the weather
Since the sun shines when we're together
My sweet love, the sun will shine forever