Love Poems About Suited or Suited Love Poems
by Jaycee Cervenka |
Categories: death, introspection, missing you,

Inheritance

Death lingers
Not in an essence, or scent-
No spectral aura conjured by tears or laughter,
But through wishes left too late and unspoken
Guesses made in blue ink, seal stamped, and filed.
Your legacy pillaged and raped by suited men
'til it's extorted to to pennies.

Your smile and voice are buried in the stacks.
Documents, bills, and letters to be written
Fill the memory baring your name;
Your scent and laughter long gone.
Given choice, I would pick the lowest memory
Over the reality of perpetual argument and stress.
Perhaps it's better to have left only love.

by Ann Rich |
Categories: faith, forgiveness, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, husband, imagination, inspirational, introspection, life, mother, nature, uplifting, visionary

Bless It Be Thee!

May 27, 2010

Bless it be Thee!

Bless it be Thee!
Truly, I love you.
My whole my new.
My heart your key!

Loose lips and free.
Realistically, I knew!
You are far and few.
I can justly let it be.

You know, it is Gemini’s Full Moon tonight,
The Universe is waking up figuring us all out.
Point me out as a random beam of Moonlight,
I am engulfing and enriching charts in route.

Swiftly suited, I stand in my place!
Bless it be it to Thee! A closed case!

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010

by Oliver Muchuma |
Categories: betrayal, depression, divorce, relationship, violence,

Viper

I chose to love you as you were awesome
but then your love, pure venom
loving you certified me insane
caused me migraine

you feigned innocence
in me, for you, deep reverence
my poem reminiscence
of the sequence of pain and violence
your love I renounce

you promised impossibility
but had no capability
realistic of this I  shared your enthusiasm
at dawn, eroticism
at dusk, pessimism


with time you installed the poison
this, I repeat, retrospection
lost nothing your desire-a satisfaction
the venom leaves me septic
my life hectic
secretly you quieted
your plans well suited
to make me welcome
my tomb


by William Hughes |
Categories: girl, how i feel, love, romantic, teen,

Prom

You are extremely beautiful
Your smile your laugh and the way you carry yourself
I haven't known you long, and may never see you again
But as of now you keep my heart beating

I want to dance with you, that night at prom
See you happy all night long
Cuddled up, dancing side by side
Impressing others, suited up in white

I'm in love with your eyes, a deep stormy gray
And with you I'd like to spend these last few days
Sweet beautiful lady i want to make you mine
And i need to now, i don't have much time

Lets be together, at least for the rest of this year
It would ease the pain, to have you close and near
Bear with me, you amaze me so
And i want you close to me, until its time for me to go

by Nicole Signorelli |
Categories: devotion

Rock Star

An impossible husband I bet
Humble – no. Flat-faced and boring.
I sold out, determined to find a bar.
Now broke, but still thin. I lie.
He is out for sure these days.
When we married, we were content.

Now, lower love, successful careers, and high addictions.
Alternatively, such large issues no counselor will try.
Suited, forced, a runway model’s look-a-like. So, I didn’t lie.
He scours, ridiculing me to death.
Amidst the radio blaring. Population us two.
Relatively comparable, I’m slightly concerned.

by Faith Elizabeth Brigham |
Categories: boyfriend, romance, sad love,

You'Ll Do What You'Ve Always Done

you'll do what you've always done 
stay too long 
pretending you're a suitor 
or a knight in shining armor 
and i'm a damsel in this dress 

what a mess we've made of things 
you've been content to play the part 
of an ill-suited lover 
in a prime-time t.v. sitcom 
and i've been swiftly blown about 
wearing my heart on my sleeve

by Cynthia Russell |
Categories: adventure, africa, age, america, anniversary, anti bullying, appreciation,

The Splendid Tulip

The Splendid Tulip
No other flower has been the cause of savor
There are 16th century tulips beds of every flavor
Oriental pigments suited for an exotic bouquet
Garden visitors buy tulips with pots made of clay
The sparkling tulip arranged in a basket
A layout of tulips found by a love one’s casket
A wish for variety of tulips never gets loss
Beautiful composition at the right cost
Red, yellow, white tulips of splendor
Tulips in the window not associated with gender
European vases for tulips with a long stalk
Splendid tulip scenery in the forest to take a long walk

by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: age,

Match Made In Heaven

Roses are dead, triceratops is blue
Vampires would gag at the taste of old you
We are stuck together, both chubby toward totally fat
You are my soul mate; what do you say to that?

Your skin is all wrinkled, but to me you’re a match.
We are suited, we two, as well as any Sasquatch.
Forcing rhymes to show my love is what I am doing today.
Want to come over to my house and whistle and play?

We might both be beefy and age spotted and totally long in the tooth.
But I’m a better match than that girlfriend you used to have –Ruth.
Oh, heck, that old crone is there with you, reading this text?
Forget it now, Romeo. With your attitude I am totally vexed.

by Winged Warrior |
Categories: analogy, love, metaphor,

Whitney 2-A Suited Soul

'A Suited Soul' Left behind A tortured mind Life confined A Love declined Left to rest Days dusty dressed Love gone wrong a soul compressed. Sept.05.2017 WHITNEY 2 Sponsored by: nette onclaud

by Chanuka Niroshan |
Categories: hurt, lost love, love hurts, sad love,

Rejection

Days ago I had a dream,
It made me an extreme,
It suited for my theme,
So I made it as my beam.

One day I saw a beauty,
She broke my beam cruelty,
I wanted to call her "My cutie", 
So I made her as my duty.

I proposed her by craving,
But she leave me hanging,
Again I went to her with something,
But finally I became nothing.

I tried to blow her totally,
But I failed frequently,
I tried to build my beam newly,
But I failed repeatedly.

In this beatiful morning,
Ceaselessly Im mourning,
Go and command my darling,
To kill me without hurting.

by Peter Kiggin |
Categories: art,

Oh How Much I Love You

Oh how much I loved you............
Purple tears fall from my brown eyes when I think of you
I wonder if you would be crying if you felt the same way I do
Crystal clear emotions over flow when sitting here just one not two
Now the man who walks past couples feeling pale hearted and ocean blue
Looking at the world through my eyes only a darker hue is the palette I am more suited to 
The clock on the wall ticks by slowly as in my mind I will never spend seeing your beautiful face like the yellow orange sunshine on the fresh morning dew

by David Lasoff |
Categories: angst, love, mystery, passion,

Money Penny

Peaking up from her desk
She sees him walk in again
Such an Adonis this suited man
How the butterflies flutter
Does it show?  Oh no-
Here he comes to talk
His cologne, his walk
Hello Money Penny
Hello James, been well?
She's not well she thinks
If only he could see me
What a great lover I'd be
Take me James, please
Right here, right now
Always these thoughts and how
She only ever says
M wants to see you straight away
And Q needs you down in the laboratory
When will his time ever be hers?

by M. L. Kiser |
Categories: cat, halloween, nature, poems, poetry,

A Black Cats Duty

My name’s Juno, I do my duty, us black cats are quite well suited, for adding scares this time of year, our sharp claws, people often fear. We have a reputation, human-given, and to please, we’ve constantly striven; offering good scares on Trick’n’treat night, to serve the folks with a desired fright. Human’s seem to love a good scare, careful going ‘round corners, I’ll be there; I’ll flash my eyes and hiss and spit, to pump your adrenaline, just a bit. Really, it’s not the most glamorous job, I’d rather be eating some fish-kebabs.
10-12-2020 Halloween Meow Poetry Contest Chantelle Anne Cooke

by Lindsay Laurie |
Categories: humor,

A Wifely Surprise

Last Saturday it’s to the pub,
and walk inside the public bar,
where I met up with Tommy Judd,
who is at time’s a chump galah.

Tom was looking smart and slick,
in a custom tailored outfit. 
Too flash to wear in public bars;
more suited as a Toorak kit.

‘Where’d you get that fancy clobber?’
I asked Tom and brought a drink.
Tom proudly smirked and stated,
‘It’s gifted from my wife I think.’

‘Yes my wife always surprises me,
but from work I came home early,
and there they were, my surprise -
she’s such a precious girlie.’

‘I could feel her enduring love,
for there’s this custom coat to wear,
plus these trousers in our bedroom,
and both draped across a chair.

by Allison Ballard |
Categories: angst, romance, sad, me,

Leave

I hear the words
that would've suited his tongue well
happy and rasping
grasping and gaping
as the cold is taking
all that I had
and all that I will
 
I just want the sun
I just want myself back
right, asleep
not so sad, not so sorry
 
My baby love
my untouched lips
wrapped in ambition
of the tries and the heart ache
that took me like 
the cold does now
It was so much nicer
than what I see
 
Take it all away
I don't want it anymore
Don't touch me, don't see me
understand me 
and these tears
all my fear
This, here
In a year I aged fast
 
 and I want it back.

by S. Abdulwasi'h Olaitan |
Categories: 1st grade, africa, age, allah, allusion, anxiety, appreciation,

The Black Lady

-Oft it did happen in the old age
when blacks were not counted fair enough
to entice sterile yellow and white colors
Or if they were, merit hadn't been given to blacks.

_But now it's black beauty's sequet heir
Nature has been kept apace
Underneath our once blued skys
Truly, a sweat beauty hath no name.

Henceforth, my mistress' eyes are pitch-black 
Her beauty; a key to sparkling smile,
Her lips were fairly pink and her hair so suited, 
they all smark, and no beauty lacks.

love is too young to know what beauty is.
Yet, who knows not beauty is born of love?
Love is unwanted grasses that grows in the 
Mind of a novice soul, then bloom rapidly.

by Evelyn Hayes |
Categories: poems,

Don'T Know What To Do

I don't know what to
do with my life
Since the day you
said goodbye

I've always dreamed
of a life with you
But somehow the
tables got turned
And you decided I
wasn't good enough
to be your wife
So you said goodbye
to me
And say you'll see
me around someday

But someday slowly
turns to never
And never slowly
turns to lonely
nights

I thought our love
was strong enough to
keep us together
But it looks like
you've changed your
mind
And went on to
better things 
That suited your
lifestyle.

by Jolanta Gradowicz |
Categories: life, love, people, time, world,

We Are Too Romantic

We are too romantic for the planet,
And old-fashioned, and not adapted 
To the world where you must be in credit,
Where our lives are virtual and coded.

We are dreamy and absent-minded 
In the world - full of depressed people.
And both you and me are not suited
To the times – fanatical and hateful.

We often meet on fair-weather cumulus
To look down at the weird and odd earth.
We love and miss – it’s always so timeless… -
We give the cynical world a wide berth.

by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: animal,

Lion and the Lady

delicate love match
the lion and the lady
totally suited

by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze |
Categories: cute, emotions, feelings, first love, for her, for him, for teens,

A Kiss

Kind impression, tender lips,
Immaculate sense of endless romance,
Sweet in good days, sweet in bad nights,
Suited perfectly for me and you.

by Vernette Hutcherson |
Categories: life, love, passion, people, sad, wife,

Scumbag

He used to bring her roses
Now he doesn't even call
He never really said goodbye
She's so baffled by it all

They seemed so well suited
She could feel her dreams come true
But now he won't talk to her
She doesn't know what to do

I hate to be the one to tell her
This simple fact of life
He has a fling from time to time
But always goes back to his wife

He's
A
24K
Scumbag!!!!!!

by Jo Bien |
Categories: introspection

Pushing West

you can spend your time on warmer schemes
things searched for and what they mean
a change in horizons, west it seems
a climate that always suited your dreams

a cowboy without mountain peaks
passion pushing what you seek
now it's all laying at your feet
the flavor of victory that you seek

bury all those unpleasant sorrows
plant your heart in arid tomorrows
nourish it, let it thrive and grow
love shines honest in the valley below

by Christopher Flaherty |
Categories: marriage,

Mum and Dad Why Love

Mum asked ?

Why did Dad marry me ?

Because they weren't suited 

He was an intellectual deep thinker

Whilst she was a Ditzy Blonde

No glue no ties to bond beyond the esthetic superficial attraction

But till death till they part they remained

Mostly fighting and hating one another barely getting along

Until death did them part

by Shardaye Her Poetry Mn |
Categories: beauty, crush, friendship love, inspiration, love, sensual, water,

Well Well Justice

Like warm water... to it I succumb and I feel speechless...
 I feel like going under this waters molding caress ...
And sigh because of how it relieves untouched stress.

How can I deny its comfortableness..
I confess
 I see mercies and vibes of goodness.
Take on your day.. Ready for any and all tribulations.
I dare not spoil the peacefulness..
 Suited Like a unfolding Tale...
Let dreaming shores sail.. Win Not fail..

My ears are hear listening well.
Merging in motions come do tell..
 Lol well well...
have a great day babe... Sharday3

by Sotto Poet |
Categories: adventure, analogy, appreciation, dream, love,

Unnamed Heart

Written: January 29, 2024 ______________________________________ Your eyes are the blades that slaughter my heart. These ruby lips store words that pierce my heart. Will my blood be enough to quench your thirst? Will your charm be suited to grab my heart? Your arms offer mere delight, they're steel traps. Your wish, a rod and shell to pound my heart. Your love is more lethal than snake venom. Your pledge of bliss will only break my heart. What dark dreams lurk in your tortuous mind? You're still plotting to softly mince my heart. Therefore, I don't have a name to defend. There are no hues required to show my heart.