Love Poems About Analogy or Analogy Love Poems
by Daniel Turner |
Categories: analogy, life,

When We Were Young

When we were young we loved our fairy tales
A frog could  be a prince with just one kiss
Each cloud, a boat where dreamers could set sail
Imagination was the great abyss

Too soon we grew and lost our innocence
Found out that swords are never pulled from stones
That dreams come true but only with expense 
And happy ever after's come and gone

Yet some of us still wish upon a star
Believe that rainbows come with pots of gold
Reality is life for most comes hard
And love like water runs both hot and cold

Like you I wish that fairy tales came true
But grown ups know they very seldom do



   by Daniel Turner

by Gregory Richard Barden |
Categories: analogy,

body song

my fingertips
touch ...
tender, but with melodic intent
you tremble
just SO ...
and sigh sweetly
the delightful answer
to my questioning hands
a gentle press ...
your supple curves against me
fitting me like dovetail
your quivers ...
soft-thrumming my flesh
matching your moans
the hushing pulse of your body
urges me on ...
your swan-like neck
satin beneath my hot palm
as it moves lower
pressing ...
deft digits dancing across you
like a wild Spaniard
we are ... one
our purpose, the same
oh, sing to me now
let my passion be your cry
let our lullabies of love and desire
move souls ...
and ache hearts
my beloved ...
guitar.

by White Wolf |
Categories: analogy, joy, love,

Finding Love:

Such lovely lilac and crimson tones, As a rainbow of colours fill the sky, Radiant and beautiful soothes my bones, Takes me above the clouds so far and high. Captured in a moment of total bliss, Wondering all the time what is life for? Suspended in awe like a lover’s kiss, Never felt like this to my very core. Love all around and it's time I was found, Beauty everywhere can't you see her smile, Smiling at you and smiling all around, It's time you gave love a chance for awhile. But leave me above the clouds, here I'll stay, I have found love in a different way. /|\ (Ten syllables per line) 31~10~16


by Silent One |
Categories: analogy, lost love, love hurts,

Gone

she was a caterpillar, i her cocoon she was the music i her dance she was the rose i her thorns she was lost among the stars i showed her the moon i drifted like a tepid breeze but she was lost in the storm she was right i was not wrong she lit the fire i burnt like hell
Simple Musing Silent One 23 October 2018

by Sandra Adams |
Categories: analogy, flower, love, rose,

a wilted rose-Lei

is love to be a wilted rose
to fade beneath the winter snows

to pierce itself with its own thorn
its beauty hide in death to mourn

i watch it bloom from tiny seeds
a spark of lust from passion bleeds

unfold itself within a kiss
then fade within the dying bliss

December 30, 2019


by Greg Gaul |
Categories: adventure, allegory, analogy, death, destiny, dream, philosophy,

Droplet

Little droplet
your time is near,
never fear,
be part of it.

Fall into the great ocean
your conscious way,
unconscious stay,
Nature's final notion.

Lean back
let it go,
it happens so,
embrace the black.

Droplet make a tiny splash.
Whisper in your Bardo ear,
till you're no longer here,
and flesh turns to simple ash.

So sleep little droplet,
how sweet the dew.
To love it and live it
and to start anew.

by Anil Deo |
Categories: analogy, art, history, love, voice, wisdom, words,

Poetry of Love

Many march into a new month
Themes as old as winters warmth -
Love that is, no matter the weather
Poets write to heal, feel, reveal other
Ways to taste words, kiss reality
"Witnessing" not judging, that's poetry

by Charlie Smith |
Categories: analogy, fear,

Fear Of Fear



     Let leave this uncontented mind
     That clings to hate for fear of change
     Such pain of sight that keeps me blind
     When light to dawn could be as strange

     As fear of loss renounces love
     So dreams are stilled before their due
     My relevance is to rise above
     With heart to bravely live life true...

     02/21/2017

by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy,

Nearly Dearly and Still Sincerely

Nearly Dearly and Still Sincerely

Was almost sudden true love nearly,
Yet still to death did love her dearly,
Then in a grove,
Found treasure trove,
Simply, apparently and so sincerely.

Jim Horn

by Cameron Hartley |
Categories: analogy, i love you, love, ocean, passion, sea, simile,

Love You Like the Sea

I'll love you like the ocean
I'll love you like the sea

I'll caress you like the salty breeze
Does caress those white-capped crests
I'll embrace you as the breaking waves
Embrace the shore with zest

I'll kiss you like the rising sun
Does kiss the sea at dawn
I'll call you like the sea bird sang
With passion, again and again

I'll raise you like the morning mist
That joins the sea to sky
I'll move you like the pale, round moon
Does move the pounding tide

I'll push you like the summer storm
That brings the sea to life
And even as in you I drown
Never did breathless trepidation feel so right

I'll love you like the ocean
I'll love you like the sea

by Isaiah Zerbst |
Categories: analogy, innocence, romance, rose, youth,

My Juliet

Thou art to me the fairest crimson rose,
A tender bloom with dawn's first colour gilt;
Yet ev'ry flow'r in mortal clime that grows,
Is here for but a time, and then does wilt.
By all I e'er held dear, I now aver,
That though a rose may wilt, yet still 'tis sweet;
I only hope a place I could secure
In fondest adoration at thy feet.
For fairness found in form and face will fail,
But that within the heart may shine undimmed;
Though nothing for youth's beauty may avail,
A heart with golden deeds may yet be rimmed.
My Juliet, in truth I do declare,
I love thee not for youthful beauty fair.

by Gene Bourne |
Categories: analogy, assonance, character, desire, feelings, longing,

I Will Wait

I composed a song version of this poem with different lyrics but the same "beat".
When you see three "dots" ...  pause for a second.


All it took...
Was your hand caress my neck...
As you passed.

Or a word...
Of affection, not some play...
You were cast.

No gifts... to please,
No wants... appeased.
So few... the signs,
Your eyes... were mine.

We create...
What we wished was truly there...
When it's not.

No ones fault...
She can't be the fantasy...
You had sought.

True romance...
Only happens when 
Two hearts have
Joined as one...

Until then...
I will wait for 
Love to come. 


Gene Bourne
06-10-14



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by Audrey Haick |
Categories: analogy, betrayal, hope, love,

So She Broke your Heart

So she broke your heart and bled you
left you to drown in the dark waters
of melancholia that has kept you entombed 
so long within its frozen grasp 

So she broke your heart and bled you
left you lost in the forest of disenchantment…
stripped your soul like the northern winds
that strip bare the sturdy oaks

So she broke your heart and bled you
tossed you to the Ninth level of Hades
where your heart has lain in fragments
where your hopes appear like fallen ashes

So she broke your heart and bled you
never look back to what has been
we’re both needing resurrection
let love stake its claim 
~*~
9/25/13

by Paloma P |
Categories: allegory, analogy, drink, funny love, humorous, hyperbole, romance,

Essential Spirits

She was like Bordeaux,
a tall drink of spirit
He was more a hopped
pale lager like Pilsner, 
both gorgeous and
super gingered flavors,
although clashing mid
respective savored aplomb,
one so refined the other
rowdy after hours,
yet they complimented
each other in the way
they blended their
drunken demeanors, 
intoxicated by mere
existence of nature's
essential complexities

by Gregory Richard Barden |
Categories: age, analogy, heartbreak, lost love, memory, soulmate, time,

A Walk In Solitude


The summer sand beneath my feet,

                    Now cooling with the twilight blush,

          Is time's reminder, rough and sweet,

                              Of when we found our tender crush ...



This lonesome beach where, long ago,

                    We loved 'neath towels, raw and slow,

          And pledged that one, we'd always be ...

                              Now swept, with years ... far out to sea.






~ 2nd Place ~  in the "For Your Poetry Journal" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart aka Broken Wings, Judge & Sponsor.


by L. J. Carber |
Categories: analogy, beauty, celebration, love, wisdom,

When Flowers Die

When flowers die, 
they die slowly-
edge by edge 
the petals curl,
still, silently, 
without complaint....

Unlike us,
cut flowers 
should be let go before 
the first tinge of death 
while they are yet 
radiant in deepest color.

We humans, however, 
must stay alive long,
long past our first bloom--
till we have crinkled and 
brutishly browned from 
the excesses of time.

Yet we have 
what flowers have not: 
our love for them 
dies with them 
while our love 
for our beloved blooms
ever more resplendent 
with the long years, 
lasting past the fading, 
lasting past even death itself....

by Caleb Calvo |
Categories: analogy, destiny, for her, inspirational love, love, relationship, wedding,

Lovely Rose

Why is a rose a symbol of love?
Is it the lushious velvety red color?
Is it the beautiful spiral the petals make?
Or is it the gestures that come with the rose?
Why are roses the common flower for Valentine's Day?
Is it perhaps the same in general?
My interpretation of the rose is quite deeper.
The stem being the point in time where we first connect The thorns being the obstacles we face together.
The lushious velvety red color being the happiness and color of our beaming faces on our wedding day.
And the beautiful swirling petals being the illustrious and amazing life we live together.

by CHRISDAD KOJO ARTHUR |
Categories: analogy, assonance, beauty, care, imagery, joy, love,

LOVE ME LOVE MY INK

LOVE ME LOVE MY INK

Did I make you happy?
Did I use my dexterity?
Did you fall in love?
Did you love the ink?
My hand is ready 
Tell me that  feeling
That Indescribable feeling 
Only the ink understands
Only the poet has the hands
Love me Love my ink

by Winged Warrior |
Categories: analogy, deep, feelings, loss,

FULLY BOOKED 1

Seduced by the selective solitudes...I pick one
I chose the 100th... amongst the sacrificial setting sun
Frost filled frozen forests...forever frowning
As my breath spreads thru the vastness...forever drowning

Tic toc tic toc...my thoughts trapped in an elliptical time
100 years of solitude... panegyrical punishment for my crime

What am I guilty of?...daring to...Love!


TITLES OF NOVELS - Poetry Contest
By nette onclaud
One Hundred Years Of Solitude ( Gabriel Marquez Garcia)
June.10.2016

My form...a mixture of alliteration, rhyme and free verse.
Rhyme scheme aabb,cc,...d

by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy,

Nurse for Better Or Worse

Nurse for Better Or Worse

Had married my wife for better or worse.
And she ended up becoming a nurse;
Not only that became an Registered RN;
On general floor is where she did begin.

With others her each ability did share
Became part of Neonatal Intensive Care
When she put on each nursing shoe
Would always end up going to NICU.

Each morning when sun would rise
She was an angel in her disguise
Back in those days a person knows
All white were all of her clothes.

Of course now must start to admit;
Love all her patients could never quit
Each day more in love with her fell
Hearing stories she had to tell

Jim Horn

This is all true with no fake news.

by Juliet Ligon |
Categories: analogy, first love, goodbye, happy, heartbroken, kiss, life, lost love, love, romantic, sad love,

No Proper Goodbye

 There was no closure of a proper goodbye. 
 I tried, but... 
 no reply. 

 Your body became limp and cold as 
 a corpse. 
 We froze alone 
 in different time warps. 

 My ambiguous stutters 
 wouldn't disappear. 
 They pinched as they burrowed 
 like earwigs in each ear. 

 My mouth opened slowly 
 to suck the words back in. 
 Then the dead revived 
 and embraced my skin. 

 My heart bloomed in profusion
 like first love's lilac. 
 With lips on lips 
 you took my words back. 



by Charlie Smith |
Categories: analogy, love, spring,

Love's Spring




     her love
     was no less tender
     than the first bloom of spring

     teardrops on her cheek
     glistened like morning dew

     I wondered...
     how is it possible that I am 
     the only one that noticed

     what more could she be to me

by John Gondolf |
Categories: analogy, lost love, pain, rose,

Pierced by Love

The pain within that pierces deep
is like the prick of rose’s thorn
and leaves my meager mind to mourn
while yearning for eternal sleep.
These tristful tears from my soul seep
like winter’s chill on summer morn
are but a sign of love forlorn
that causes weary will to weep.

While gazing in her soft green eyes
I thought that love was here to stay,
but now I find my hope’s demise
is just the guise of flower’s way;
for underneath her beauty lies
the thorn with which her wiles betray.


July 12, 2020


by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: absence, allegory, analogy, angst, change, confusion, corruption, crazy, creation, dark, life, light, lonely, loss, love,

The Other Side

In vile defeat I confided to helplessness
I cringed knowing I know so little
As inadequate as I am I felt responsible 
I felt responsible to know everything

In this mentality I suffered long nights
Over thinking myself and overlooking life
Until I gave up the pain for a little while
And took a deep, dark look to the other side

by Edwin Hofert |
Categories: analogy, family, fantasy, grandparents, imagination, silly,

Son Of A Gun

Son Of A Gun

My Great Great Grandpa was a musket
only one son he would want.
My Great Great Grandma named him shotgun
he used to love to hunt.

He too would only want one son
and that's just what he got.
My Great Grandma named him rifle
he was a single shot.

Married with one son himself
Grandpa wouldn't take no static.
His son was highly favored
and they named him automatic.

Along then came my daddy
who I never gave no lip.
He lived inside a holster
that men wore on their hip.

He had a great big family
but I'm his favorite one.
My daddy was a pistol
I'm a son of a son of a son of a gun.

Edwin C Hofert