Love Poems About Canada or Canada Love Poems
by Elaine George |
Categories: love, summer,

Summer Love

Beneath a star studded...black velvet sky
I see myself...as I am...in your eyes
Moon beams...abreast...the Bay of Evermore
Where rolling waves come...to break on the shore

Embers still glowing...inflamed once again
Dance to the din...of the Ocean's refrain
Sweat...wood and brine...a scent simply divine
A perfume of passion...misting my mind

You and me on a trip...of ecstasy
In the heat of the night...cooled by a breeze
Where those rolling waves...of emotions...ride
In the wake of a never ending tide

Where the moon and the stars...so high above
Look down...in silence...on our summer love.

Written:  May 15, 2015  
Author:  Elaine Cecelia George of Canada

by Jack Ellison |
Categories: community,

Allison-Ellison

Jan Allison, Jack Ellison, believe it or not there's no relation Both love to write about poop, do you see the correlation? Canada and the Isle Of Man A loving connection, this poetry clan Joining hands across the seas, true love among nations

by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 10th grade, brother, character, giving, identity, introspection, poetry,

Poet Dreamer

Poet. People find me loyal, softhearted, gregarious, and an intellectual. I was born the third eldest of ten sisters and two brothers. I love my husband, our family, children and ordinary folks. My poems express empathy, compassion and indignation. I fear a bleak future, wrought by global warming, and over population. And if it were possible, I'd love to meet Jesus, an alien and Nikola Tesla. A prolific writer, I'm a proud resident of Toronto Ontario, Canada. Dreamer. (Bio) Jan. 26, 2019


by Elaine George |
Categories: love, nostalgia,

In the Old Testament

Between the pages
I find our love still glowing
First rose you gave  me


~~~~~


Author:  Elane Cecelia George, of Canada

by Ann Hart |
Categories: inspirationalmemory, rose, memory, rose,

A Rose For My Mom In Heaven

A ROSE FOR MY MOM IN HEAVEN 
FOR EVERY ROSE I BRING TO YOU
IS NEVER ENOUGH TO PAY,
FOR ALL THE LOVE YOU HAVE GIVEN ME
EACH AND EVERY DAY.

FOR EVERY TEARDROP THAT WILL FLOW
COULD NEVER BRING YOU BACK.
BUT ALL MY MEMORIES THAT I HOLD
WILL ALWAYS BE INTACT.

THIS ROSE IS JUST A SIMPLE WAY
OF SHOWING YOU HOW I FEEL
AND PERHAPS SOMEDAY AS TIME GOES BY
THE LONELY DAYS WILL HEAL.

YOUR FACE IS JUST A MEMORY NOW
THATS STORED INSIDE MY HEART
AND THERE WILL COME A DAY, DEAR MOM
WHEN WE WILL NEVER PART.

©WRITTEN BY ANN HART
NEWFOUNDLAND CANADA

IN MEMORY OF MY DEAR MOM
GONE HOME TO JESUS

by Robert L. Hinshaw |
Categories: bird, humor, love,

Chartreuse Feathers

There was this teal duck and Canada goose,

   That 'neath a cloistered Colorado spruce,

      Enjoyed a lusty-ful tryst,

         Ending up in a quaint twist!

            Their offspring sported feathers of chartreuse!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved

by Kash Poet |
Categories: friendship, funny, me, me,

To Phyllis Babcock From Kashinath

Phyllis!Phyllis! Help me outta this! Tell me how to write and please you? P.D. has ordered 'Write on Phyllis, you must oblige or will perish!':) So I googled your name 'Phyllis', you from Canada,your name from Greece. I know you are kind and tender, all these made your pen much sweeter. Oh,yes!Tell me how is Aaron, your bundle of joy,little grandson! For him all my blessings and love, cell phone ringing,my time is up. Tell me one thing just secretly, has P.D.ordered you too,like me? =============000============= :)Obviously PD didn't order me:))) Placement:1st ;(January 2012) Contest:Gift Exchange Sponsor:Poet Destroyer(Irma) By:kashinath karmakar

by Trevor Mcleod |
Categories: analogy, appreciation, places, work,

Slag Dump

Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada


A skyline for a slag line.
A glowing melting rock.
An acid burning slag dump.
The miners on the clock!

The sunset meets the hill.
A seam of orange and fire.
Black smoke ascending from it.
The thickest form of mire.

A cauldron tipped and flowing.
A soup's heat puddle still.
The river red thin ribbons
and our love a slag dump spill.

by Gwen Von Erlach Schutz |
Categories: faithautumn, thanksgiving,

The Miracles of Thanksgiving

A day of autumn beauty,
Beautiful in every way,
Canada is a land blessed,
Dance of the leaves, when the wind blows,
Each person thankful for Thanksgiving reunions,
Free to celebrate and be together,
Goodness given to us by the Lord,
Houses and apartments warmed and comfortable,
I like being there, at home,
Jay the beautiful bluebird that sits in the pine tree,
Kindness everywhere, a land to be proud,
Love and friendship prevails with every good neighbor,
Miracle, God's blessing,
New faith and days of worship at church,
October days and nights, the fading of summer,
Parents and children gather for Thansgiving at church and house.


Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

by Jack Ellison |
Categories: love,

A Lady From Norway

Her name is Anne Lise Andersen from Norway She was here to welcome me on my very first day Memory's not the best But to this I can attest Monster hugs from Canada are on the way © Jack Ellison 2015

by Jack Ellison |
Categories: love,

Not a Dry Eye

Canada has welcomed refugees by a plane load A dry eye was not observed as compassion flowed Poor unfortunate folks Such sadness it evokes Forced to leave everything to travel a new road © Jack Ellison 2015

by Ingrid Lehman |
Categories: autumn, farm, heart, hope, imagery, september,

The Wall Around My Heart Crumbles

The wall around my heart
Slowly began to crumble
Like the Berlin Wall 
Of my ancestry.
I kept my steady pace
Upon the rusty leaf strewn dike
Letting the scents of autumn
Linger upon me.
As the flooded cranberry fields
Came into view
Surrounding the out buildings
Like a miniature lake,
The canada geese glide swiftly
Upon its mirror image.
I began to love myself
As the devine being I am,
To open my heart 
To the love within me
Surrounded by light,
Autumn colours and scents,
And the beauty of nature around me.

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 Dawn Gordon |
Categories: nature

Snow Sprung Back Spring

I thought spring had sprung,
But snow falls from the heavens
Just love Canada!

by Anil Deo |
Categories: africa, america, growth, international, jesus, prayer,

Revival and O Canada

I
O when body, mind, spirit are in unison
Seeking, as Jacob wrestled, The One
We had the taste of old-time revival
Every hymn was word for word a prayer
A song, a delightful serenade of Him

II
Do it again LORD, for this town, the nation
We Praise Thee o God for the Son of Thy Love
For Jesus who died & has gone up above
Hallelujah Thine the Glory, hallelujah amen
Hallelujah Thine the Glory, revive us again 
III
Shalom shalom blessings and wisdom
As agape Love grows (Thomas, Jenn, Michelle, Anaya, Paula, Bill, & all my Courteous Canadian Siblings)

by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: adventure, confusion, history,

Twentynet 60's

incredible optimism
unabashed anger
civil rights protest march
cold war ever escalating

gripping fear
happily hoping
young rebel
against war

some sign up for service willingly
others flee to Canada to escape
hippies practice
free love
preachers preach against it with vigor

parents worry much about TV’s influence
young folks follow the new fads
Beatles bring new music to America

young president was elected
young president was assassinated
nation mourns
moves on


By: Joyce Johnson  4/28/11

For nette's contest  "Magic of Decade's Mood" contest

by Peter Dome |
Categories: desire, first love, girlfriend, kiss, love, teenage,

Strawberry Flavored Lipstick and Canada Dry

She used to wear 
tasty strawberry gloss lipstick
on her soft warm tender lips
and sometimes Canada dry
for me to sip
It lured me like a moth to a flame
But even without
her sweet kisses drove me insane
Trying to quench the unquenchable thirst
of hearts desire.




Peter Dome.copyright.2013. July.

by Trevor Mcleod |
Categories: appreciation, beauty, blessing, child, childhood, children, culture,

Sudbury Children

Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada


The bush out back
where children play.
some trees, some rocks.
A love to say.

The house out front.
It's porch cement.
The dog tied up.
His dropping pent.

Your parents home
where light is warm.
You come in late,
despite alarm.

by Jesudason Atputharajah |
Categories: appreciation, birthday, celebration, heaven, inspiration, patriotic, uplifting,

Canada At 150

Oh! Canada, you have traversed,
A hundred and fifty years!!,
Giving life and hope,
To a land that was once,
Left out as an ice desert,
You brought the whole world together,
To enjoy the benefits of democratic living,
Away from cultural conflicts,
And political  turmoils,
Accruing the skills of,
All lands and people,
With mutual love and understanding,
Finding the joy of peaceful co-existence,
A veritable heaven on earth!!!.

by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: life,

And I Heard

And I heard the geese
Not the domesticated geese
Nor the local geese
But the Canada Geese

And it was Valentine's Day
What an act of love
The Geese came this way
Winter will soon be gone

And Spring will bud
I heard my Savior say
Hope, there's hope in dark hours
Spring will present her flowers..

Yesterday around 2 P.M.
I heard a flock of Canada Geese
On Valentine's Day

by Fabiyas M V |
Categories: inspirational, senses,

The Down-Trodden Sense

His knowledge catches fire.
A flame, a burning ache, 
spreads from the scalp 
to the sole of his mind.

Later, he finds that flame
dead in his distant daughter’s
wound. If he tells it aloud, 
people will call him mad.  

Feelings are sometimes
synchronized in the track
of telepathy. His mind 
receives signals again.

His call surprises his
spouse beyond the sea
the moment she muses
about him. Cells of souls

merge together, sharing
the distant pangs and joys. 
Mind has been linked 
with extension cords.

It burns with the power of 
deepest love.  There’s a 
down-trodden sense, waging
within for recognition.

First published in Scarlet Leaf Review, Canada.

by Robert Pettit |
Categories: adventure, seasons, travel,

Canadian Sunset

Years ago, there was an instrumental hit so terrific. Composer Eddie Heywood wrote the music Performed by Hugo Winterhalter and his Orchestra, the music vicariously sent us to a winter in Canada. Singer Andy Williams added lyrics to the melody. With Andy’s voice, the song sounds heavenly. I would love to be up there even though I don’t ski. A sunset in Canadian mountains is what I want to see. July 22, 2012

by Jack Ellison |
Categories: weather,

The Tropics

Watching travelogs about the tropics I yearn for the warm sunny beaches Don't get me wrong I still love Canada But miss those gentle summer breezes The fresh sea air drifting across the water Soft and exhilarating sun on my skin Heaven like feeling matched by my mind Always accompanied by a grin Too old now to expect things to change Will forever be an unfulfilled dream But I can still dream about the tropics Still can till I finally run out of steam

by Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein |
Categories: family,

Grandfather

Grandfather,
time's not been too kind,
I've been gone many years,
and there's hardly a sign,
that I too, am your son,
born of equal blood,
but too thick to run,
escaping to other countries,
God, father, we're fools...
my Canada, your Ukraine, 
I'll tell you the truth:
we have never left.
And now,
as the clock's ticking down,
the stones in your throat,
leave fate only to drown,
and I know Cancer's fain to kill,
but grandpa, I love you,
and your story always will
live forever, 
in my words.

by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 9th grade, feelings, i am, identity,

Perusal of the World

Born April twenty-ninth, nineteen forty-nine
in the small city of Bathurst, New Brunswick, Canada;
I am the third eldest of thirteen children, ten girls and three boys.
The product of a semi-dysfunctional family;
my upbringing was influenced by a physically abusive father,
offset by a loving, nurturing mother.
I'm gay, happily married, comfortably retired, and like to write poems.
My poetry touches on pain, fear, love, and social issues.
I tap my life experiences to convey emotions and explore feelings;
thus, my heart and soul are on display for the perusal of the world.


(Bio)


09,29,2019