Love Poems About Honoring or Honoring Love Poems
by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 12th grade, beautiful, character, feelings, how i feel, imagery, imagination,

The Color of My Heart

Sketch the sunset leaving today behind, sinking in the footsteps of yesterday. And feel the ripple of all life combined, empty your thoughts; take all but love away. Emblazon upon your mind a blue sky gilded by the golden hue of sunrise. And color a dragonfly zipping by, watching its beauty materialize. Blend the yellow of a buttercup's glow with flickering flashes of firefly lights. And walk the Earth, yet let no footprint show, respecting life by honoring its rights. Mix well until presumptions fall apart and thus reveal the color of my heart.

by Lin Lane |
Categories: friend,

The Value of Friends

There is much to be said about the value of friends Those who lift us up when we try to make amends A crutch to help us stand when we stumble and fall Hit us with the power of truth, thrown like a fast ball They offer welcoming shoulders to receive our tears, Teach us the importance of choosing to change gears To stand with us against the barbs of disgruntled foes Refrain from judging when we've caused other's woes Those who are patient listeners, offering us their ears They dry our weepy eyes, smile at us and say, "Cheers." We love their tender mercies in forgiving us our faults Honoring them humbles us, and their character it exalts.

by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: dog,

My Dogs Are Magical

My dogs are magical
They have more than a sixth sense
They are mystics and healers
They summon twilight

The world would not be complete without them
They are humble, having no idea of their power
They are like demi-gods to me, with a small g.
I cannot fathom life without them.

They delight the morning dew
Reveling and rolling in it, honoring it
Their playfulness is uninhibited.
They bring my childhood self out daily.

They heal me and love me.
I would not want to live in a world where they do not exist.
Which is why I have to believe in the rainbow bridge.
And a link between it and heaven.

by Shanity Rain |
Categories: children, family, father daughter, kids, giving, grandfather, grandparents, heaven, poems,

See How You Give

"put on your doorstep 
to see how you give "

live life in giving and taking
live life loving or hating

my Grandfather knew things before his time 
my muse , my memories of his being kind  

I have a picture of he and I
The man with a pipe in his hand 

always a book he would read
I clearly see why , I remember him reading me a story
on wrinkled paper as if it had been once thrown away frustrated ,
 The Poet , The Man , with Pipe in his hand 
asking  as a child " where are the pictures ?" 
He replies " this book does not have them "
I can not draw that well .

I Love you Forever Grandpa Murray from Chicago , Do you read poems to children in Heaven ? Honoring James Murray The Poet .

by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: feelings, heart, love,

If Only I Could

If only I could empty your veins 


Your indifferent blood that runs through  


Replace it with mine,

Only then

You would be able to feel the intensity 


My love, which- boiling lava - makes my heart beat,

Ecstatically, for you!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
    05 December 2018

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by Apolo Amai |
Categories: africa, freedom,

African Sparrow

A sign of courage
Upon your stead

You let me lead
Through your own strength

I love your grace
Your peace warm embrace

I long for the caress
That you’re every thought brings

A set of harmony only heaven bound
I seek a refuge only your light brings

The loving kindness you so give
Ever so freely I honor you

By honoring me

by Gale Greenwood |
Categories: courage, freedom, time, time, sound, love, sound, time,

It Is Time

It is time to join the battle my friends.
It is time to save some lives.
It is time to sound the bugle my friends.
It is time to end the strife.
It is time to forgive the abuses my friends.
It is time to stop taking the lord’s name in vain.
It is time to channel the truth my friends.
It is time to love again.
So sound the horn light the beacon.
Let love and peace never be beaten.
Carry the flags of all great nations,
as we join hands honoring life’s creations.

by Michael Gelb |
Categories: lost lovewife,

Message In Flight

A fellow from my group had told me
It was something that touched me

He told me about something for his wife
About releasing a balloon honoring her life

I thought I would do it for my wife
Write messages how she’s missed from my life

I love you Joey I wrote on the balloon
I kissed it and let it go up towards the moon

It went up and up into the sky
I did my best not to cry

I watched it take flight
I watched it go out of sight

The balloon went up to my wife 
I will be with her at the end of my life

Up above my wife waits
Till I get to heavens gates

by Mourning Mist |
Categories: funny

What Men Like

As a man of soul and never led by flesh or skin,
Why do men like women who do nothing but sin?
Woman who abuse others and do nothing but lie,
How was an ******** even obtained to get by?

I love a woman soft who loves man with a heart,
Defending and honoring friends from the start,
Take this as a warning ladies I am a handsome lad,
My ***** would remain in my pants for making others sad.

by Harold Hunt Sr |
Categories: hero, soldier,

I Am a Soldier

I am A soldier
I am a soldier I stand proud to honor my country.
I refuse to take second to any other nation.
I love my country. It's flag and it's people.
I will defend my country and all which it stands for with my life.
I will say no and bow to no other leader or it's rules.
 For I'm an American and a hero to those that believe in it.
Thank you all for honoring me and the many that serve this country.

by Ernest Robles |
Categories: poetry,

The Spring Rains

Darling, accept my strong honor
which by anvil struck steel and
broke the vows of nature!
The heav3nly gods found anger
and nothing less than truth
is like false; love is givings
as to keeping's give; 
lover-- honoring proudly
the deepest like-aboves
as our first's because
(hath faith abandoned thee?
not so quietly and nevers!).
As knowing love as ours will
like fields in spring rain
continue to (i love you) grow!

:: 12102015 ::

[Robles, E.P. "A Walk to the Moon.", 
2016. Unpublished.]

by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: mother

Senryu For Mama

memories of love
and family loyalty
mama’s legacy

honoring her by
passing that devotion on
to her descendants

mama’s legacy
reflected in the faces
of great grandchildren


by Janis Thompson |
Categories: life, philosophy, religion,

The Touch

The Touch

A spirit grew within ourselves
and reached out to be caught
upon the air of pure ideas,
a mathematics sought.

Reaching up to touch unknowns
and validate our being
we found the ones celestial
a confidence and trust
a sight beyond our seeing.

Reaching up our palms were touched
by love that’s so divine
and viewing just our living selves
a perfect edifice
we came to know that it exists
by a planned design.

Belief and thought have framed the world.
gave it balance and controls.
as well as structure for a life 
and blueprint for the soul’s.


A Poem Honoring Spirituality Poetry Contest
Caren Krutsinger

by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: family, love, mother,

Mother's Nature

When xenophilous young zealots
argue basic convictions,
determined, expectant
faith grabs hold.
Interceding judiciously,
kneeling, loving
mothers naturally offer prayers -
questioning, reasoning,
steadfastly teaching 
unwavering values, 
when xenophilous young zealots
argue basic convictions.  

"An abecedarian poem honoring all first-time mothers of the empty nest.  Your child goes away to college and comes home a stranger, debating everything you represent.  In addition to a poetic form, an abecedarian is a beginner in any field of learning,  a very appropriate description for such a mom.

a xenophile is a person who is attracted to foreign peoples, cultures, or customs

by Anonomus Scorpio |
Categories: appreciation, cute love, feelings, friendship love, love, romantic love,


Your compassionate empathy, envelopes all of me
Eyes dark like the night, yet only one star do I see
My eyes are raining from your souls sensuality
I want you to know you own my sentimentality
The waters mixing between us are purifying perpetually
Honoring who you are is not founded in any complexity
Cut the strings, in sharing presence we are not marionettes 
Enjoy us, for us, in moments seldomly shared by puppets
A tiny stage built by you and I to act out our plays
All memories created to recall on life's gloomy days
Never a daunting obsessiveness of you on my mind
Just simply thinking of you always as my kind of "kind"

by Darlene Gifford |
Categories: blessing,


The glint of the sun
on my window today,
is reflecting God's flashing
"Love You!" rays.

The glint of the sun,
Lord, on your window today,
is from poets honoring you
in their own poetic way.


by Sunita U.D Palawon |
Categories: appreciation, faith, friendship, true love, trust,

Love Is Actually Trusting You

Time is witness to fidelity of man.
Even arranged marriage is that successful.
Never thought I am your ideal woman.
In union we virgins, vowed to be faithful.

Honoring promises of love for lifespan,
We stand even today, hand in hand; praiseful.
On the path of life, we followed each other 
Sensing a need unknown to one another.

11 syllable per line

by Daisy Bala |
Categories: february, husband, love, marriage,

Valentine's Day

St Valentinus honoring day
I was pompous since a week
Lovers feast with kisses in hay
But eventually Despair strong and love meek

In shadow, no surprises
Blatant thoughts got me carried
Heart melted like melancholy hospices
Either I can b in love, or I can be married

It was just a day dated fourteen
I did my usual chores in saunter
Though he could have expressed umpteen
My tongue waggling in banter 

Nevertheless hopefully for the next year valentines
Surely my husband will propose, singing love hymns.

by Karen Murphy |
Categories: star,

Rock and Roll Fav

My favorite artist is Mick Jagger. 
 I love his croon and his swagger.

 Watching him dance is an awesome thing.
 Not to mention the songs that he sings.

 He's a talented artist, royalty too.
 Being knighted, this was his due.

 So honoring him in this poem of mine,
 Is a pleasure and makes my soul shine.

 I also hope that others see this too.
 This is the end, I bid you adieu.

by David Grasby |
Categories: death, dedication, memory,

In Loving Memory Kolby

In Loving Memory: Kolby Horton

Kolby with eyes of the ocean 
You captivated our hearts
For the past twenty-two years
Your smiles have been blessings of love
With tears of joy we say good bye to a wonderful young man
And a beautiful father to be
Those same eyes we saw so much wonder in 
Will exist soon again
In the eyes of your child
Honoring you, Cherishing you and Celebrating your life
Gone so soon may not understand why
But the belief in your strength will heal our heartbroken souls
In god we trust love you so Kolby with eyes of the ocean.

by Wendy Rycroft |
Categories: poetry,


Hundreds of bells rang out,
Honoring her name, 
They shouted with pride,
We love you,
Independent strong and wise,
Beauty beholds you,
Your worthiness we admire,
Your kindness surpasses many,
Combination of quality,
The room always a light,
Senses shining bright,
Fragrance scented,
Flowering forever, 
In Gods sight,
Not only a spectacular color,
Pure purple delight,
You’re a medicine,
Warmth of tea inside,
So versatile your actions,
Regarded with overwhelming value,
A symbol of good fortune,
Wealth and healing too,
Spread your wings, 
My angel,
Blossom like you do.

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

Chi Chi's Churros

Celestial musings that you
said to me - "Chi Chi’s"
stick doughnuts fried in sugar
love their specialties,

Terrestrial mirth
plain, cream cheese or chocolate,
best churros on earth.

April 19, 2020

My poem is a seguidilla which is Spanish but not like a quesadilla.

Silent One's contest honoring Vijay Pandit
"Celestial musings that you said to me" - From Vijay Pandit's poem, A Man from Distant Lands..

by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, native american,

Honored By a Natural Eagle Dancer

George Flying Eagle wowed the Navajo with his wisdom
He was a natural eagle dancer, honoring his spirit totem.
Showing a free spirit, and a love for his people
We watched him dance, enthralled, not fully understanding
But feeling honored and revered that he brought his gift to us.

by Symphony . |
Categories: confusion, education, forgiveness, hope, inspirational, life, love, peace,


Awakening is upon us…

Ignoring fact won’t matter

Time will arrive…

When oneness shared

Becomes reason.

Likeness reveals…

Speaking equal.

Removing blinders and fear

Produces truth.

Honoring joining

In thought

Fed the soul

As meant to be. 

Awareness concern

Reminds the self

Of our relation.

Accompanied by comfort

Covers the whole…

Peacefully healing

Visual delusions

Inspiring correct sanity.


by Brian Magness |
Categories: family, happiness, holiday, mother, religiongod, god, life,



Molded from the best God has for humanity,
Offering your time, your love, even your sanity.
Trusting in Him to keep us safe from the unkown,
Honoring God with your life and love you have shown.
Enhancing my life with all the prayers offered up,
Requesting nothing in return for filling up my cup.

To my mom