Love Poems About Grook or Grook Love Poems
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: funny,

America's Idle Pastime

America's (Idle) Pastime From New York, Austin, and L.A., From Cleveland and Seattle, Ingloriously they screech or bray In an auditioning battle. And by the time we all feel sick, (the judges homicidal!), we get to know from whom we’ll pick our next great Singing Idol. For the "A GROOK FOR ALL OCCASIONS" Poetry Contest of Suzzette Crous (using topic one, annoying sound and also etc topic, on a TV show I actually love!)

by Susan Woodrow |
Categories: allusion,


Gypped by the sea, the tossing
yanked a breath out, carelessly ~
Propped on a cliff edge, a deep
surge, swept over the hopeless ~
Escape came from birthed love:
A Nymphean with eyes of aqua ~


by Timothy Hicks |
Categories: childhood, computer, funny,

A Trip To the Woods

To the great outdoors
my grandparents love to go,
simply for the atmosphere it gives
like when they play Bingo.
I like to walk the trails, the mountains,
to get my wild nature fix.
They both have bad eyesight and can't quite comprehend
these crazy realistic graphics!

by Gerald Kithinji |
Categories: life, love,


Alas! Mankind 
Is preoccupied
With living
Not loving. 

by Earle Brown |
Categories: confusiongod, god,

They Told Me That God Is a Liar

When man tells God’s lies 
he lies to himself, 
because God never lies.
 Religion, the righteous of man, 
is self-inflicted,  
but all deeds are seen by the all-seeing eyes.

Despise the fools, 
but love their God. 
Let contrite hearts bow, 
and be subjected to the rules.
Tell me, who is the fool now?

A walking dead on a pulpit preaching,
Like a lying politician seeking 
Minds poisoned from their antidotes. 
They walk in the light, 
but are devoured by the gloom of that light;
 piously seeking to wrong their wrongs
 with whatever seems right.

So, they lie on God again, 
and God lies …, 
patiently, waiting for them to die.

by Anindya Mohan Tagore |
Categories: hate, love, truth,

Famous Last Line

Naked Truth Grook

We are very civilized people
We hate nudity and banned ****
We cover everything - even the naked truth
Rape is prevalent - but, we do it in private
Only the poor children can be found naked here
Sorry, we could not cover them all



2nd Part :

Sorry, we could not cover them all
Our tooth and claws
Greed, hatred and all other flaws
Being human is not that easy
Excuses given - life being busy
Even, when you hate
I can't cover my love for you - Mate


by Sandra Hudson |
Categories: satirepoetry,

A Strand of Aphoristic Brian

A Strand of Aphoristic Brian

Brian Strand has no business, “knowing he”.
Writing Ekphrasis flowing poetry                 
His poetry is hypothetical                                                   
Professor of all things theatrical                   
Perfectionist, of succinct brevity                   
An archer with an eagle’s clarity                                            
Economical adjectives spin, leaked 
As he re-cycles gerunds as we speak.

Brian Strand is a living breathing abstract waiting to self express
We love you Brian!

by Michael Smith |
Categories: courage,

Where Love Should Be

It's not the granite 
Nor the words upon it
What lies below
Or behind it
That defines
But, an emptiness
Of this life
Where love should be

Inspired by the Grook bog 2/11/13

by Timothy Hicks |
Categories: corruption, death, war,

Painted Signs

They shoot at us with rubber bullets
cause they don't like the words painted on our signs,
"Stop Detonating Love Bombs
In the Middle East!".
But I suppose that will be all that's left
when everyone dies for this
enigmatic War for Peace.

by Davin Math |
Categories: satire

Canny of Unspoken Request

You left in boldness, your ears flicker unnoticed
Aren’t you a canny one…?
I said “Oh…”, and you said “No!”
How thwart art thou?
Remember the Gate? How he spoke the words…
In context, He was a parable about love
He said “For God so…”, and some said “Woe!”
If I said “Oh”, and you say “No”
If I said “it was too quick for you to say…”
And if I said “I can show you another way…”
But you say, “You’re too canny, per se…”

by Sidney Hall Mad Poet |
Categories: lost love

Love Rejection

Emotions are concentrated in three places
They muddle up the brain 
They are evident on all faces 
And its heart that feels the pain

by Kingsley Awoh |
Categories: lost love, me,


It is time to go home
Though you are so dear to me
But Fidelia, you are brute
You drank too much men

I remember, how she teased me,
How she used to lull me with kiss
I left a portion of my humanity on her lips
Now am dying,
Now am going home

Dear love, why must i be betrayed;
All i deserve was to be loved
I reached for knife
Curving my skin with pains
Painting it with blood
In the pool of blood
I sobbed,
She left me in disarray
Why Fidelia..?

awoh awoh

by John Beam |
Categories: faith, inspirational, love, peace, time,

God's Serenity Tree

Not all fruit ripens at the same time                                                                                         
but it grows on the same tree 		                                                                          
Like the green herb seed with in it's kind                                                                               
with healing leave's increase's come with eternity

by Michelle Goslin |
Categories: america, anniversary, best friend, bridal shower, candy, celebration, inspiration,


I really love to sprint,  
my favorite is the relays,
Handing the baton off one by one, 
To the finish line I come. 
Sprinting is what I love.

by Lara Wash |
Categories: crazy,

Crazy Glue

When we decided to be one, we two
Our love was like crazy glue

I don’t think we were created to love and fight hard
Because it creates a cycle of end and start, which is no good for the heart

Our bond was so sticky even when I wanted to leave
Our cohesiveness was like a rich man’s greed

But one day crazy glue met reality
And she became unglued instantly 

She felt free and revitalized
When she realized

Crazy glue
Made her cuckoo

So she flew
The cuckoo’s nest

Now she can attest

It’s not good to invest
In craziness

by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: 11th grade, romance,

Burning Embers

When love wears a veil
and seems to grow pale
remember, no poking allowed.
Just keep the wood warm.

Load up on fuel
vows in renewal.
Show up with favored gifts endowed,
wait for sparks to form.

for Silent One's Grook contest

by Sidney Hall Mad Poet |
Categories: lost love, love


Love is the prison of the heart
It captures you in emotions
Its intentions are honourable at the start
It sometimes ends as a deadly potion

by John Beam |
Categories: allusion, beauty, christmas, humorous, sad love,


A drop lost in a flood                                                                                                                                                                      did you notice

by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: allusion, beauty, dark, depression, grief, lost love,

Love Letter To Ligeia

I came in the name of He who gave you breath.
As certain as the emptiness of time,
as hopeful as your life, and meaningless as death,
I came to stay.

No holy water, no exorcist's demand,
can quench your thirst; your need for all I am.
I fill your head with things not meant to understand,
I came to stay.

I breath your name, tormented you may seem,
and sleepless is your night, I fill your time.
I am the joy of life beyond your dying scream,
I came to stay.

I came in the name of He who gives you death.
I am the calm and blinding of the light.
Forever part of you, I am your very breath.
I came to stay.

© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

by Gregory Golden |
Categories: imagination

Love Laughing Loud

Love laughing loud
At the devil's

by Just James |
Categories: god,

Seven Days

Seven Days man named a year the time around our sun man chose the month to mark seasons done man chose day we spin in heaven God chose the number seven God then created all heaven God breathed life into us, love started God’s love now charted, he is exalted
10/9/8/ 7 /8/9/10

by Just James |
Categories: men,

Man Tear

Men don’t cry
not in pain
not in rain

Men are strong
they hold on
they have brawn

Just one time
a man tear
a love fear

by Marie Harrison |
Categories: lost love



At my highest point of love,
I thought I’d never be anointed 
with love’s oil of disappointment.
Now in the sweet sugar sand that ugly line
has been drawn with anything but kindness,
the thin line the runs somewhere
between love and hate,
that’s blind-sided me.

by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: memory, summer,

What's That Hum I Hear

I love the sound of ice cream trucks
the tune - sweet music to my ears
But then again, watch out, oh shucks -
the hum of sweat bees interferes.

by Probir Gupta |
Categories: allusion, beauty, bird, dance, desire, flower,

Grook In Head

It is late winter here
Trees have lost their leaves
Except a few yellows
All are yellow birds
The tree is a little blurred
What it has hit
Is the love circuit
Dopamine rains
In the brain
Birds are mine
I have found my valentine
February 13, 2016