Love Poems About Access or Access Love Poems
by Poet Tacito |
Categories: feelings, lost, lost love,

Crying Over Spilled Women

His bleeding heart
Was flustered from that torn parchment
In their leeching chapter

Pushed aside
As if “friendship” was aggression’s bull
Running through crowded cemeteries
Under quartered, sapphire moon

He sipped pitied shots of century-old whiskey
With a dusty glass of pomegranate w(h)ine

“Why isn’t she coming back to me?”
“My heart will make empty declarations until her return!”

As he childishly latches onto recycled yesterdays
Praying for God to give him
White picket gate’s access code

Writing lavish, debt-ridden sonatas,
In whiplashed curiosity,
On why she chose to forget him

Unbeknownst to decrepit author
That he
Could simply
Return the favor

©Drake J. Eszes

by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: cancer, me,

Counting Every Blessing

I thank our Lord for the blessings bestowed:

Even though my wound still oozes, my skin cancer was completely removed
My fingernails are unusually strong and I have emery board access
The food I eat may be cheap and meager, but at least it keeps me alive
Much free time is mine because little work is available
How lucky I am to have friends who will laugh and cry with me at life’s troubles
I appreciate the ability to love and show compassion
Thankfully, I don’t drool too much when I eat
And most of all I am blessed with a sense of humor

* For Dane Ann’s “Blessings” contest.  (Yes, my cholesterol truly is that high.)

by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 10th grade, emotions, feelings, how i feel, imagination, trust,


Beyond hope and rarer than love trust is earned over time by granting unrestricted access to your heart.

by Marvin G. Celestial |
Categories: anniversary, death of a friend,

In Comma

Peaceful and relax
At rest but traverse freely
Altered consciousness

Will to access all
Suddenly achieve by thoughts
Radiating oneness

Empathy ignites
As parameters extend
Embrace love without.

by John Trusty |
Categories: lost love, passion

(standing) In a Red Barn

The old red barn barely still stands,
tho rigid memories are vividly erotic.

At thirteen her changes long arrived,
mine somewhat volcanic by nature.

Winks and nods to belie our intent,
separate departures to decoy suspicion.

Hay loft providing that scratchy surface,
as we eliminate clothing for access.

The deed was finally now at hand,
full of pheromones and short of breath.

Consummate screams from parental chests,
cataclysmic wave of detumescence strikes.

Panic running as cold wind bursts my lungs,
hearing muffled belts busy raising her welts.

by Amy Rose |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, courage, dedication, devotion, easter, faith, family, father, freedom, friendship, god, happiness, happy, health, inspirational, introspection, jesus, journey, life, love, peace, philosophy, relationship, social, son, spiritual, thank you, tribute, uplifting, easter,


Earths people, it is time to wake up, the ‘Prince’ is alive! 
Ascension available, access through your heart 
Seek and you shall find! 
Time is short, personally unite, connect as one
Eternity given
Rise to the occasion, celebrate the gift of life, bond, with ‘our lord Jesus’ and ‘our Universal Father in heaven, building a bridge, experiencing kinship, between human and spirit

                     ***Happy Easter Everyone***

by Emile Pinet |
Categories: beauty, emotions, feelings, love, uplifting,

An Angel From Above

I believe that if it wasn't for you, nature's beauty wouldn't mean much to me. Even though it was challenging to do, you opened my eyes and taught me to see. Making my future less overbearing, you rewound time and helped me press restart. And comforting me with love and caring, you healed the pain within my hurting heart. The undeniable strength of your love gave me the courage I needed to cope. And like an angel sent by God above, your presence imbued my spirit with hope. You gave me access to your private place, and I saw love's light glowing in your face. (Sonnet) 4/7/2015

by Mish Elle Lindsey |
Categories: dedication, devotion, fantasy, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, hope, husband, love, passion, wedding, wifefuture, may, me,

Keeper of My Heart

"Keeper of My Heart"

He who holds the key holds the future of my life,
He who has the key may have me for his wife,
He who wears the key wears the symbol of my Love,
He who possesses the key possesses my future blood,
He who uses the key will be granted access to me,
He who knows me will be rewarded royally,
He who keeps the key is the Keeper of my Heart,
and he may use the key until death do us part,
but he cant try the key unless he's ready to start,
because the key means infinity for "The Keeper Of My Heart." 

-MiSh Elle B. Lindsey

by Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu |
Categories: baptism, bible, celebrity, christian, creation, death, devotion, happiness, hope, inspiration, introspection, jesus, metaphor, miracle, religion, sin, thanksgiving, trust,

The Bridged Breach

A demised man without
Jesus is dead.
So also living soul without
Jesus manifested
for purposes,
What purposes?
The hopeless.                 
to receive hope,
To set the captives free,
Destroying forces 
Of darkness.
With thirty pieces;he
Dark forces defeated.
Our sins forgiven,sure
Access to the father.
Breach in Adamic time,
Put in oblivion by lasting
access granted.
His love is lasting.
The death of Jesus!
Lo He has resurrected!
He lives!

by Adeviso Adeviso |
Categories: for her, friendship love, funny love, girlfriend, how i feel, i love you,

Feelings For You

I Know this looks awkward, but
How else can I do it so that I’m h
Allowed access to your heart.
Volumes of jargonized words I could use
Except, I want to let you understand
For yourself that I would wish to 
Enter into this world of romance,
Enticed by the strong feelings of 
Love that I’ve developed during the
Immense time that we’ve shared.
Not knowing if you feel the same, I 
Got to keep them from you, though the 
Saying goes; better an open rebuke
Far more than hidden love.
Optimistic as I am, I’m convinced that
Real are my feelings for
You, and if you
Only let me in, then you’d 
Understand when I say I have feelings for you.

by Oleg Borisov |
Categories: love,


The Sun is flickered by the 
the day is coloured by the 
In our palms – like 
butterflies –
lines cover our fates it 

The mystery’s waving in 
the sky,
the air is full of scent of 
An hour-glass is playing 
A play-boy clings to 

Our feelings moved by 
the flower world is fully 
to eternity a gift has 
access –
by the kiss we both are 

by Adeyemi Joshua |
Categories: allusion, , atheist,

The Seven Spirits of God

The one for Africa,
Then he to manage Australia.
While threnos in charge of Europe,
And quatrain to qoute the queens of Asia.
His fifth by love access south America,
That she will not be drenched in the loo of lucifer.
Next to his perfection surveyed North America,
That sheol spray no coquette to her.
His perfection succour in mending ocenia robe.
That she will by no means sing hynms in the lake of fire:
These are his distributions,
His seven spirits; Yet he proffer solutions.
Cryptical: Yet,i'm doubtfully convinced.
Tepids,misogynist,troupers,atheist; Be relieved!.

by Yerra Praneeth |
Categories: inspiration,

We Are Just a Living Organism

We are living organisms
We human 's are living organisms
We are no great
We are no God
We are just a living organism
We are here to live
We are here  to breathe
We are to be burried in the earth
We are gone be a part of nature
We are living organism
We might touch the sky
We might be inside the deep oceans
Still, we live
No great we have done, we live
We have no access to post pone our death
We are going to leave this nature
We are living organisms
We live in this nature
Heart attack might hit you
Cardiac arrest might concquer your life
We have no intimation of death
We are just a living organisms
Live the life, love the life
Live and let live others...

by Deepak Chalise |
Categories: life, loneliness, lonely, lost love, love, relationship, silence,

A Way To Love All

A way to love all

Fill blank in your heart
Not letting to any deserved
Forget also, self access there
Stick matter in shutting lock

A way to love all 
Be so hard always that
Cement it from in and out
As people make, home 
To hide from being scapegoat

A way to love all
As explicit as broken mirror
Remain away from sun and moon
No body will try to find brother

A way to love all
Scream dearth of worldly matter
Bare hand will stretch for
Asking, do you need some for other?

A way to love all 
Meager case of blind love 
In the realm of pure love
Will die in thirst of love

by Michael Higginbotham |
Categories: love, woman,

Whomever a Woman Chooses Is King

Whomever a woman chooses is the king.
No table round will ever square the thing.
All knights have equal access to the bread,
Even the stout are adequately fed;
Each squire gets equal pay for equal knighting.

Then Guinevere unsheathes the distaff lightning,
Uncoils her hair, so lustrous and inciting,
Plumps her lips with a berry crushed and red.
Whomever a woman chooses is the king.

Pendragon is ostensibly the.King.
And normally he doesn't miss a thing.
But Lancelot is naked in his bed
And Guinevere is humping him instead.
"No man above another" has a ring.
Whomever a woman chooses is the king.

by Cortney Bartholomew |
Categories: beautiful, first love, freedom,


Your words take my breath away, you planned it all along,
I had to walk in darkness to see the light of love,
the ones who judged the outside did not have access to see in,
For it was all about you and me, it had nothing to do with them,
I would lose to gain love over and over, I was shunned by others but never you,
You held me in the palm of your hand, only your love was the truth,
I saw the crowds in my mind jere against you,  while you gave  your whole life,
Even while they yet could not understand your love still sacrificed,
You eyes saw loves bigger picture through all the limitations on earth,
You bled and died for my salvation, for all of loves restoration and worth,

by Carl Halling |
Categories: beauty, books, happiness, life, love, romance, romantic,

Babycham Deers and Romantic Lands

South Pacific, Jiminy Cricket,
This world 
I tried to gain access,
I tried to write a book,
That would capture
All my happiness, 
Full of romance,
Life that was enhanced
By beauty and love,
Carousel and Disneyland,
Babycham deers 
And romantic lands,
These patterns I wove.

(Reproduced verbatim from a ditty written aged ca. 19.)

by Debra Coppinger Hill |
Categories: angst, funny, introspection, life,

I Stand

I could sit here and write crap all day
and some self-proclaimed pontificator
would criticize it
for the drivel it is
love it,
and call it Poetry.

Free verse…
Just other names for 
“Got No Talent”
and no sense of rhythm or rhyme
beloved by those 
who adore disjointed thought
and random word.

Yes, I am great,
for I stand on a rock and shout
so all the world may hear
my prolific
poetic words.

And because I 
catch the eye 
One Who Is Heard,
who has access 
to grant money 
others who self-proclaim,
I am suddenly,
a Poet.

by Joseph May |
Categories: love, heart, heart, love,

Love Sublime

He pushed all the right buttons
To gain access to her heart
And then he broke it
Ripping the threads of love apart
Leaving  her in tears when he split

She buttoned up her broken heart
And refused to let anyone in
Lest  the  tender thoughts she might impart
Cause her heart to be broken once  again

The emotional buttons of her heart loosened  over  time
Her heart  began  to trust and  love again
Bringing her sunshine instead of rain
Joy instead of pain
As she found a love sublime

by Randolph Byrd |
Categories: allegory,

The Lost

God allows us choices,
and access to His love.
When the innocent are exposed,
to the injustice in the world,
they can become lost,
to themselves,
those around them,
and God's unrequited love.
Their spirit's cry out,
and are granted,
safe haven and peace.
Even after, they no longer,
walk among us.

by Goodness Lanre |
Categories: art,

Envious of No One

Have you ever wondered
Why our wars have no end?
And peace no friend
No settlement, ever wandered!

The deadly potion, envy
A loving poison, hearty heavy
A crush of love, mould of hate
Rise of a lethal mind state...

Do you ever wish an end
To wails and agony of wars?
Let love wrap hands extend
Bolting forever envy doors...

Merry with success
Your shut gates, give access
Milk the young fine juice
Flush out the feud ice...

Embrace clean shoulders
Unseen eyes, pure look
Lips attractive laughters
Void of venom and wan outlook...

Let your heart this mind
Envious of no one
Be kind of a good kind
For peace ever to be won...



by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,

There Are Predators Out There

I cannot fathom life without an internet.
But I wish teenagers were not being cyberbullied.
I love my poetry sites, and instant access to friends.
But teens are mean to each other, sight unseen.

The internet lets me diagnosis myself. Who needs doctors?
But children are posting missives about cutting and killing themselves.
Making this sound normal; giving other children ideas.
So many contrasting emotions about technology!

I am in touch with my childhood friends after twenty years.
Teenagers are posting photos of themselves skimpily clad.
There are predators out there, utilizing the internet.
Sliding quickly past my pages, hunting our children.

by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: easter, health, integrity, loss, lost love, love hurts, mental illness,

Gifted Doorways

"Grief can be a doorway to love."
Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass

Grief can open toward gratitude
As loss can open doors to access gain

As trauma can open hearts
to therapeutic brains

As neglect can foster curious compassion

As depression
can incite active
co-empathic impressions

As double negative sociopathologies
can notice doorways
to positive psychologies

As double-binding
dualdark entropy
can open complex space
for positive double-binary energy strings
through co-empathic
multiculturing resilient time

As isolating sadness
can open doors
to love's transcendent gladness.

by Joshua Michael Dolezal |
Categories: happiness

A Sonnet For Reckless Abandon

The sun in the sky drew my attention
I gazed into it like my lover's eye
The moment was perfect for retention
And I could do naught but just watch and lie.

Then daydreams took hold and I was aflight.
Clouds parted just to allow me access
And I was airborne straight into the night.
Where else could I go but towards success?

My eyes were on fire with the light of day,
And naturally you just stayed on my mind
The time we spent was the typical way
In which our love will impossibly bind.

So just allow this perfect bliss to last:
Like still, sweet lips that brushed mine in the past.

by Mac Mcgovern |
Categories: life, people


The Welcome Mat
upon which the 
ills of the day
are wiped away

rests in front
of the door
as a beacon
that love and
are inches away

granting access
to home
your presence
makes it complete