Love Poems About Abashed or Abashed Love Poems
by Tasmina Hayat Khan |
Categories: love,

Following the Sunrays

Fables are told today
Only on past golden days
Love is what we’ll make today
Loneliness will be ashamed to stay.
Oasis as longs for rain,
Wacky me to get a swain,
Iambus we long to gain
Naiad I shall play again.
Gaiety will be brought back to gain.

Tabard you will be wearing 
Hallucinating, spell casting;
Earnestly I’ll be waiting,	
Surrounding your hypnotizing.
Ubiquitous glee will eradicate dark.
Never ending exquisiteness,
Rabidity seeing of such love you made.
Abashed cheek will make you a pearl
Yaffle of green love tree will sing a song
Sabbath will announce that holly concord.

by Michael Smith |
Categories: love, love,

Self Loveless

Days abashed and washed
Surrendering further to the depths
Gulps of my own selfishness
Oceans vast with a man of "ifs" 
Your love merely as my bouyancy
Another slip under holding breaths
I take and take, over and over again
But to you, drowning is the irony 
For that love returned, I can never give

by Andy Chunn |
Categories: crush, feelings, friendship, friendship love, memory, school, sorrow,

Sweet City Woman

Keeping memories alive thru the years Abashed at why I was lost Taking for granted, compounded by fears Emptiness adds to the cost All of that time, was centered on me Selfish and headstrong, I could not be told Though poverty stricken I struggled to be Entwined, but challenged to be so bold. Peaceful and Easy the Feelings of day Each memory was a dear one Righteous but foolish in every way Assured by that Sweet City Woman. Shall I never travel that way Or navigate that distance Really, it’s easy for me to say Remembering in this instance You were my Sweet City Woman

by Wade Souza |
Categories: angst, love, passion

Piece of Mine and Mind

Trembling bones. Arrested jaw. 
  Like bolt advised to keep affixed
Utter silence as I gape across the starry ceiling
  Thunder crawling  closer.
And I, a child, 
Abashed in her bosom, dizzy--
under opal sheets of serenity 

Against the pane, the bough raps incessantly
  A talon scraping at my spine
Amid dissonance, her eyes a soothing refuge 
  Sails in squalls unwavered. 
Then as abrupt as lightning struck
  Piece of  mine and mind 
Acquiesce and into sleep
  I slip beyond remorse.

by Anisha Dutta |
Categories: love,

Ardent Ardor

ardent ardor
            offering amour-
            with flowers moistened in tears
            not to feel abashed.  


   'Bite-size poem  No. 17'

Contest by Line Gauthier

by Peter Akinjute |
Categories: anniversary, death, fear, feelings, mother, november,


Perplexed and dismayed
In the seeming misery.
This bewildered soul so abashed
Within the bodied figure so jittery.

Daunted her deep-felt presence
He wonders, if lost.
Heart sobs within, in cold sweat sequence
To what does this cost.

Uncertainty seemed a bedrest
One not pleasing to behold.
In what way does this become a test
Yet the mind feels a stronghold.

He mumbled through the dark intermittently 
Ferreting a glimmer of hope to come.
Braced skillfully and Concomitantly
The love of her succor draws Him not to keep mum.