Love Poems About Abroad or Abroad Love Poems
by Candi Lynn |
Categories: appreciation, dog, remember,

I Made It Home Safe

Be still your heart my foster mom
I made it 'home' safe
God welcomed me with opened arms
In his peaceful place

I know your decision was so hard
Yet it had to be done
I thank you for my trip abroad
You are second to none

I once have had nothing much
Until you came along
A bonded pair we were such
With a love that is so strong

So thank you mom for loving me
I've loved you right away
Until we meet again, you'll see
Me, waiting along the way.

Forever love & gratitude,
Fudge, Ebony & Angel

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: history, life

Twentynet - 60's

My 60’s My 60’s meant childhood. Unaware of changing mores or real significance of Kennedy’s assassination, three sisters and I were transplanted to Mom’s childhood Iowa farm until she remarried. Though poor, we had good times! Our family, now ten souls, adapted, struggling, while soldiers fought abroad. Civil unrest was little known to me. I enjoyed summers, friendships, radio, kiss in ‘69 - Moon walk/ childhood’s end. Free love, hippies, LSD eluded me. I thrived!
By Andrea Dietrich Inspired by nette onclaud's Contest: "Magic of Decade's Moods"

by Pashang Salehi |
Categories: age, confusion, freedom, hurt, love,

Persian Haiku

Persian Haiku      (Segani) 


My wing altered with age.
The wing that is broken. 
My body is the cage.

You cannot find God?
The world is empty of him!
Maybe you are abroad.

I’m covered with dirt.
From this dirt, I am alert.
Alert makes me hurt.

I’m talking to you.
My eyes are kissing you.
The fishes are watching.

How do you know that?
The tree is not my lover!
Spring will discover.

How childish is love?
When you stole my heart again,
How can I complain?

How sad is my tree?
In the middle of a prison;
Even though it’s free.

Tell me I love you.
Is that so complicated?
My colors are faded.


1/5/2015  Haloo


by Phoukhong Sonevongxay |
Categories: august, girlfriend, home, i miss you, lonely, love, poetry,

Solitary Abroad

Vehicles flow on the road
Engines rumble loudly throughout
All vehicles are running on the same road
But as each of them is different destination

So many people travel back and forth 
They step on the same path 
All of them are in a hurry and introvert
But they do not converse together
Each of them has own target

I blend with those people
I do not know them and they do not know me as well
I only recognize who am I? And where to go? 
My destination is my beloved  motherland 
I look upon someone's waiting for my return
Darling...!! I will be back...

Phoukhong SONEVONGXAY
Ho Chi Minh City. November 04, 2014

by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: lost love, metaphor, rose,

Yellow Roses

Never accept a yellow rose,
For it's the symbol of love's jealousy.
Soon I'll envy every young man
Blessed to be found in your company.
    If you only knew how long
I've held you in my highest esteem;
While wishing for other circumstances
in which I, to you, would closer be.
     My yellow roses are unseen--
As invisible as what might have been...
     If you only knew how much
Regret will fly with me abroad,
And how much sorrow I'll feel from your absence,
Because I chose a distant road.

by Edward Ebbs |
Categories: family, heart, life, love, military, soldier,

Birthday Wish Abroad

I have a birthday wish for you today,
Although words are not always easy to say.

In some ways, it does not seem right,
That you are not here and have taken flight.

My heart aches, but I really do understand,
After all my love, I still have your hand.

You have dreams you wish to come true.
This is my wish, my dream for you.

May your happiness be complete,
So in this life, you will not feel defeat.

From my heart with this poem,
I cannot wait until you come home.

Edward Ebbs - Desert Storm 2005

by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories: home,

Home Thoughts From Abroad

The half moon shimmered wanly as she wrote
“Dearest, do you realize how much I miss you?
How long will your trip abroad take?
Here I am in empty rich, luxury mansion.
A hovel with you would have been better.
Or perhaps you do not love me anymore?”

Thus the letter arrived in my posh Rome hotel.
I could not help but let a lonely tear drop down
And smudge the words written there.
Why can’t I find the courage to write a full letter?
Only fragments have I written, not worth sending.

The show goes on and all around me were the so-called friends.
Yet I have none, absolutely none.  One day I’ll disappear, 
Leave Rome and go back to my home sweet home.

by Alexander Snitko |
Categories: addiction, beautiful, cute love, desire, devotion, fantasy, for her,

The One I Love Is Far Abroad

The one I love is far abroad…
Text messages are faithful pigeons to each other.
There’re times it’s hard to keyboard.
“Love you…” my hands don’t listen to me further.

The one I love is far abroad…
I cannot touch, can’t fondle her smooth skin.
An acute feeling’s cutting up my throat
While I’m swimming in a pool of dream.

The one I love is far abroad…
I realize, but can’t except this truth.
Day after day I’m getting odd,
Sometimes I want to howl like a wolf.

The one I love is far abroad…
I’m suffering, but it is possible to deal with.
You know that our life is hard and short.
Be brave to keep the one you wanna love or live with.

by Johnny Sumler |
Categories: happiness,

Sonnet 23

Last night I walked into a cloud of dream
The distant kind where the waters run deep
And you beside me, did your presence gleam...
Beyond the moon abroad my mystic sleep
          The clouds, gone with the wind, left skies alone
          For us to sing and dance upon the blue
          Underneath air above our robes have flown
          Only out done by humming birds anew
Mornings magic returned myself to me
And cotton clouds consumed the colored sky
I thank thy dream, as now I think of thee
On light landscapes of love I learn to fly
     We share our lips over the crescent moon
     Relived by kisses through the afternoon

by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories: friendship,

Expatriate

I scan the skies as vapor sails,
made wide by distance, destinations
guessed at, criss-cross trails
of global peregrinations;
two of thousands flying high
'til touchdown, from a roaring to a sigh. 

Time and separation matter not,
our spirits meld where'er we land,
cities mysterious and grand,
we simmer in a melting pot.
In early years we settled down,
Republic versus Queen and Crown,
three thousand miles, an ocean's span
of redefining can't and can. 

An innocent, so far abroad,
an interstitial, like a fraud,
forever seeks the real me
while clinging to your constancy;
expatriate, with memories of
England dear, the land I love.

by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories: happiness,

Expatriate

I scan the skies as vapor sails,
made wide by distance, destinations
guessed at, criss-cross trails
of global peregrinations;
two of thousands flying high
'til touchdown, from a roaring to a sigh. 

Time and separation matter not,
our spirits meld where'er we land,
cities mysterious and grand,
we simmer in a melting pot.
In early years we settled down,
Republic versus Queen and Crown,
three thousand miles, an ocean's span
of redefining can't and can. 

An innocent, so far abroad,
an interstitial, like a fraud,
forever seeks the real me
while clinging to your constancy;
expatriate, with memories of
England dear, the land I love.

by James Fraser |
Categories: angst, family, history, hope, life, loss, lost love, love, peace, people, places, political, warworld,

Of Canada, Canadians We Are

On the top of the berm
One Canadian soldier stood
His head bowed
Heavily understood

We sign up to do
What the duty ensues
To our flag we obey
Our enemies, we pursue

This tor of abroad
In a distant land
Four lives so free
Leaving families bland

As we awake tomorrow
Knowing of yesterdays gone
We do for the right
For on this world we belong

We are a nation of many
Some days we will scar
Of Canada
Canadians we are


My tribute to the many Canadian soldiers who have fought for not only their
Countries freedom, but to preserve world peace, i bow to the living and fallen.



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php

by Daljit Khankhana |
Categories: caregiving

Marriage

Marriage, a belief in relationship and God,
A couple’s commitment to lead future generation,
To understand Love and nature that makes you proud,
To enjoy together in different vision of fashion,
 It counts when you speak low or loud. 
A self reliance to belie hardness and cushion,
To design a prod to make a compatible goad,
A Fluster compulsion or a necessary ration,
Always parallel that occurs home and abroad,
Moment defines itself arrangements of a basin,
To simplify strangeness that time has a load.
A wise step to write ‘performance’ on a board.

by Maryellen Gozzo |
Categories: allegory, conflict, deep, depression, desire, love, sad love,

The Evil Touch

The touch of your hand
so sweet, so firm
compassionate and lively,
though it brings hurt.
 
But what does a touch bring?
only love, guidance, trust;
a feeling of need and want
a feeling of tangible lust.
 
In that you have cursed upon me
oh,why?  your hand upon my skin 
and must my blood have your name on it?
all of the questions, my patience thins.
 
Your warmth upon my frigid cold heart
release of my evil, but a new form abroad
a curse in my name and my love
of your name in my blood and the sinners applaud.

by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories: friendship,

Expatriate

We scan the skies as vapor sails,
made wide by distance, destinations
guessed at, criss-cross trails
of global peregrinations;
two of thousands flying high
'til touchdown, from a roaring to a sigh. 

Time and separation matter not,
our spirits meld where'er we land,
cities mysterious and grand,
we simmer in a melting pot.
In early years we settled down,
Republic versus Queen and Crown,
three thousand miles, an ocean's span
of redefining can't and can. 

An innocent, so far abroad,
an interstitial, like a fraud,
forever seeks the real me
while clinging to your constancy;
expatriate, with memories of
England dear, the land I love.

by John Chizoba Vincent |
Categories: art, beautiful,

The Nigerian Dream

Love and good government
Love and good government
Freedom of speech and promotion
World class country with a welcoming
Atmosphere home and abroad.Freedom of speech and promotion
World class country with a welcoming
Atmosphere home and abroad.

by Abosede Ogundare |
Categories: death, farewell, flower, goodbye, loss, war,

The Lost Flower

The first scent swims up the air,
Filling my  nostrils with memories
The flower is flowing down the river again!
Now towards the the den of  pain

And the rich beget the rich
Undiluted love now a mirage
Carcasses of aged love
But alas! I say  let the flower 

Go to where young love is
Let the river take it abroad
If that be her destiny
Let the root speak for it
When it is gone

Let the stem  talk of how
Sweet her scents were
Until the sweet hands
Of war came
And she was swept away along the debris
In a river of blood

by Beata Agustin |
Categories: christian, forgiveness, god, love, spiritual, thanks, uplifting,

Sorry

sorry--- forgive me… I’m only human like you …thank God, He loves* us!
* Romans 5:5 ...The love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us. April 25, 2018

by Herman Dormehl |
Categories: god, money, prayer, sad love, solitude, soulmate, time,

Yearning For Earnings

Yearning for earnings

An annum for my God may be hundred years of His day
My plans included His will, to guide all the steps of my way
But neither “Yet” nor “already been” was granted; I cry
Still my earnings determine my yearnings as life pass me by

Like waters on the ocean floor, should my fiscal standing allow
the boat of my passion thirst float - anyway; Somehow… 
But Deo Volente seems distant and far. Like only I dream.
Deep down, puddled up oceans can scream for a brand new regime

Abroad with my little boat on dry ground prevail
Like never before any traveler could fail
Still eager to learn from the God that I fear
Maybe one day in hundred for more than a year.

by Jean Murray |
Categories: adventure, car, family,

Rusted Busted Dusted

Remember December?
Us newly wed.
Setting off on honeymoon in
Thunderbird by Ford.
Eloping abroad.
Down Mexico way.

Being so in love
Under the stars.
Sleeping rough in
Thunderbird by Ford.
Eventually it rusted.
Down Mexico way.

Darling children.
Up and gone.
Still I have you and
Thunderbird by Ford.
Engine almost had it's day
Down Mexico way.

by James Lukas |
Categories: love

That Beautiful Marlene

Your hair is like the 
finest silk, your clothes 
are made of linen, your 
eyes are gorgeous as 
the earth and you are 
my beginning, your 
contemplation is 
unique, your beauty's 
far from old, my love 
for you is an antique, a 
story long foretold. 
Your breath is all i can 
afford, your english is 
concord, for you i'd 
cease to live this life 
and prone to flee 
abroad...

by Reyhan Yucebay |
Categories: peace, people, philosophy, political, love,

Love So Behind

Where love so behind
Scare  its  own  arguments 
In wish tent of love  resurrects
Where love reborn in many kinds
In between beloved  in between  denials
All be the same love in tenderness
Love so behind  in each  lost
Love so behind  losing  dreams inside and abroad
Make a tent to be all world  in love
Magician in dreams in house  should fall in love

by The Situation |
Categories: allegory

Heaven On Earth

submit to God your lowly condition
assend to austerity with good intentions

kindness will be met with kindness abroad
unity and togetherness our goal not fraud

peace and harmony the good old fashion way
true love in our hearts for all this day

table for one can be for two
if manners and niceness are properly used

and it would be so fitting
for us to thank the Lord

for what we lost in eden
now happily restored

by Lena Smith Carter |
Categories: absence, bereavement, loss,

Sympathy

Loss is intrusive Deafening in its presence, Intractable in its longevity, Intimidatory in its fearfulness. Boldly it gives rise to emptiness, Serving no master! Wishes scattered abroad for encompassing memories long gone, Experiences indelibly imprinted! Kindnesses, love, lifetimes gone; Dreams, notions, passions unfurled; Missions, relationships, friendship alone Reveal viscid qualities to a persona hurled.

by Brandon Harrison |
Categories: confusion, me, love, me, i love you,

Feelings Abroad

The thought of me losing 
makes me so depressed 
Especially when I think that I'll be 
the reason you left 
All this guilt in me won't take
any of the stress to less
And the things I do to you
dosen't give me much help
I know it bothers you inside  
those times u hold back the tears
I know all the stuff I put you through 
these past 5 years
I'm poisoned with confusion 
u are the one to produce a cure
I appreciate that I Love You 
plus I am tring to keep u from leaving me
My love 4 u grows more more more..........