Love Poems About Abjure or Abjure Love Poems
by Heather Condee |
Categories: death, depression, grave, grief, lost love, metaphor, sad love,

Denouement

Inamorato,
Ascultate my vociferation!
Contravene your sepulcher.
Insurrect our omnipotent.
I enjoin thine quintessence.
Eupnea!
Eupnea!
Whilom anon.
Euphoria salvo.
Eschewal Valhalla's porticullis.
Genitive hedonic, envisage.
Erewhon betwicts my gammons.
Imbibe of my mammilla's.
In perpetuum cache me.
Gehanna upon macrocosm.
Forlorn.....
Forsaken......
Your Inamarata writhes.
Is thus kismet?
Cull Inamarato!
Winnow!
I abjure forthwith.
Abaddon velleity extirpate my noumenon,my pneuma.


by Gary Bateman |
Categories: angel, blessing, devotion, faith, god, metaphor, symbolism,

Angels Speak of His True Love

Angels Speak of His True Love

By God’s intent, Angels speak of His true love,
For mankind and nature here on Mother Earth.
They help us find our path to Heaven above,
Whilst playing a role in our mystic rebirth.
Angels talk to us, and show us God’s true love;
They guide our souls on ascension far from Earth,
To Our Holy Father who redeems us pure,
From which no one can seek to ever abjure!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
August 5, 2018 (Ottava Rima)

by aradhana barthare |
Categories: 10th grade, 9th grade, betrayal, dark, heartbroken, love, love hurts,

Are You

Are you the one 
Whom I see in my dream
Or the one 
Reason behind my scream
Whenever I think you are just a hokum
You prove me wrong 
Making me feel 
You are a handy one
Are you the light of my eyes 
Or blindness of my life
Whenever I think 
I was asinine to choose you
You make me abjure 
To give you sanity
Are you a cosy guy 
Or an abrasive man
The reason to my astern 
Or a surreal plan
I don’t know why
I recite story of our lives
Whenever I think
You are glory of my eyes 
You become an anguish of my past…………