Love Poems About Horn or Horn Love Poems
by Elaine George |
Categories: death, love,

The Stone

Alone in a meadow in the pouring rain
I find the stone that causes all my pain,
As I stumble through the fog in disbelief
I fall down upon my knees and sob in grief

The fog horn cries her mournful sound
As my heart falls down, beneath the ground
Crying out to God for mercy all in vain
To take away the stone that bears your name

Author:  Elaine George

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 Jack Horne |
Categories: adventure, birthday,

Birthday Unicorn

The unicorn was soaring high;
I watched it fly across the sky.
A regal beast of snowy white,
Its horn was like a stalagmite;
Its wingspan took my breath away.
I smiled with joy to hear it neigh -
But then I spotted on its back,
A grinning rider, dressed in black:
PD was out with her new pet;
She waved and zoomed off like a jet.
And as they flew towards the sun,
I knew her birthday would be fun.

Jack Horne, with love to PD on her birthday ***

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 Perrin Peacock |
Categories: birthday, dad, daughter, light, soccer, sports, travel,

Ciel Elise

Ciel, on your birth day ‘twas true to say
Heaven’s bright light rays rain’d down from above
Fast forward to fifteen years to the day
Now it’s you that brings light, laughter, and love

Kind, calm and caring, words under control
Wait! Who’s that fleet girl in cleats with the ball?!?
Rocket shot from right wing shoots straight to goal
Through back of the net...ball, keeper and all

French horn, piano, and ukulele
Swimming with sea turtles and manatee
Beautiful music and places to stay
Your trips oft start with Airbnb

Beacon of bright light for love, hope, and peace
Sweetest of sweet hearts, our Ciel Elise

by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: family, future, love, nature, peace, world,

I See a Day

I see a day when mankind will say
   Let us our differences downplay
when the wolf will lie down with the lamb --
   Hearken to the shofar blast of the horn of the ram

I see a day when every husband and wife unite
   to keep the bonds of matrimony pure white
when children feel the love and care they so deserve
   when families dwell in peace, no stress on their nerves
I see a day when the earth is back in equilibrium
   without carbon overload or environmental destruction
when mankind treats our wonderful world with awe
   when he respects Nature and Natural Law...

These visions may perhaps sound like mere dreams
   Let's make them come true, on wise plans' streams

by Kenneth Fordham |
Categories: devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, imagination, love, seasons

Everything Is Alright

The wind blows it’s gentle breeze,
Rustling leaves here and there,
A horn beeps then another,
The city cries, why me, where.
Bring back the time,
Bring back the joy,
Know you are mine,
Children playing, catch my, toy.
Beauty all around,
Flowers still blooming,
Some so profound,
Winter is coming, she is, going.
In a split instant,
Love everywhere,
Get out your knickers,
So many do care, alone sitting, in his chair.
Get on a plane,
Come to me please,
It is starting to rain,
I am starting to sneeze, set your mind, at ease.
I am on the edge of no return,
Something must happen,
The wheels must churn,
In the misty moonlight, playing, everything, is alright.

by Stina Lu |
Categories: age, beauty, time,

Day-Like Nights

Day-like nights
By Luxu

The car wheels roll over
The Horn sounds wildly
The street lamp has its claws
A Vaunted fake moon
Shakes the half of the sky with light
The night sobs behind the hills
Stars hide away
People love the light
Better than the dark
The days are stretched like people themselves

A bundle of breaking rubber bands
A cunning fox'tail
A group of drowning men
A last straw
All march out
Deep into the night

by Jack Ellison |
Categories: wisdom,

A Bumper Sticker

“Honk and drive if you love sweet Jesus” “Text and drive to meet Jesus in pieces” You are duly warned Did you hear that horn Pay attention or your chance increases

by James Horn |
Categories: lost love, drug,

Closed Her Two Arms

Clam on me had closed her two arms
Captivating me and my many charms
Then the next thing that I did know
Drug me under and never let go.

Bone by bone they went asleep
I did end up in the ocean deep
When people down have went
What they see now is a monument.

Jim Horn
for Enya MacGabann

by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy,

Sinner Or An Offender

Sinner Or an Offender

Even if a sinner or an offender,
True love is sure to be tender;
Never avoid,
And enjoyed;
God is great with His splendor.

Jim Horn

by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy,

Care Every Where and Much To Spare

Care Every Where and Much To Spare

Christ has so much care to share;
All over earth and was everywhere,
And His love,
From above,
He sent to us with much to spare.

Jim Horn

My wife said that I should change
my PoetrySoup. Not sure how to
do that.

by Anthony Biaanco |
Categories: beauty, dance,

Flint Heels and Gasoline Streets

Grab the dark side by the waist
plant a kiss on its dead black lips
sow the light into the darkest soil
toss the halo and the horn
into the fiery pond of mind
when truth makes love to lie
set goals-come up just shy
intoxicate on the defeat
tap dance -flint heeled
on gasoline streets
breathe in the smoke 
of the death of hope
savor the dew drops 
of brief victory
then collapse

by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy,

Three Who We Love and Laud

Three Who We Love and Laud

There are three we do love and laud;
Spirit with Son whose father is God;

Together all our sins they have shod.

Jim Horn

Do you disagree with any of this?
Or maybe a point I might miss;
Never found,
Or around,
That appeared to look ludicrous.

by James Horn |
Categories: humorous, sports,

Round of Applause

Here is my next sports rap poem. Jim

Round of Applause

Already now I must admit
What is it we have to hit?
How about homer with baseball
Not strike three they did call.

Why fool around and always fret
Should kick a goal into the net
Don't continue to turn and toss
Should go at and play Lacrosse.

How about football you will boot
Run and produce a lot of loot
Or hear those in high society
Prefer polo and love rugby.

No matter where chips may fall
God's life in you will be a ball
And who if in always do believe
Round of applause will receive.

WOW. Double WOW, and Triple WOW.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

by Tonytocaa Camacho |
Categories: farewell, goodbye,

Farewell My Child

At Gateway yin

Long sham temple

Pink laced Taipei doll

 Sealed Carmine red lips 

Chiseled etched 

Fine porcelain 

From the four 

Corners horn 

Erected  during 


Dragon tail rains 

Swept gale winds

Funnel golden sand

Through pearly whites

That smile no more

Slighting the whitest Pearl

Ever Beautiful

Lifeless love soul

Dress eroded salty seas 

Passages are lingering..


by James Horn |
Categories: encouraging, golf,

Can Love Golfing Game Haiku

Can Love Golfing Game Haiku

Golfing we will go
On great course that we all know
Will be fast not slow.

Game is never grim
Sand traps are a minimum
And other obstacles.

Broke a rule or two
To liven up my haiku
Bring it some justice.

According to all
Of my great calculations
Handicap is low.

Great golfers will be
And then maybe you and me
Can love our own game.

James Thomas Horn
But I am not a golfer.
Oh, dear.

Retired Veteran and Poet

by James Marshall Goff |
Categories: beautiful,

Beware the Diabolical Biological Drill

What demons lurk in government leaders?
Our lives like toys to play and discard?
Hearts frozen in fear
Snakes coiled to strike
Gas or virus, from enemies within

You may overcome us, sicken and slay
But remember the 3%, from
Revolutionary days!

I stand with my brothers, to the last man
Hell hath no fury
Like an American band!

Rock from the streetcorners!
Resistence is strong!
Gabriel's horn section
Angels sing along!

Through smoke and the tears
God fights at our side
His grace will sustain us
His love will survive!

Now join with me brothers
Sisters come too!
You won't want to miss
This concerts for you!


by Francis J Grasso |
Categories: angel, heaven, love,

My Magic Unicorn

My Magic Unicorn There is a magic unicorn with wings from angel 'lore. She flys above my head each day to ease my every chore. Her heart and horn are solid gold, her words are silvered myrrh. I see her smile in dreams each night As I dream sweet dreams of her. I've never touched her lovely face, nor looked into her eyes. But her magic guides my every thought; the magic leaves me high. Someday, should I get my wings, I'll search the heavens wide. To find that magic unicorn and be always at her side.
Written 06.07.2016

by Just That Archaic Poet |
Categories: love, self,

Lazy Man

This great escape, though I'm half awake, 
Feels so real I know it's fake!
Sweet, rich smoke, and I'm so relaxed-
(How much more can I take?) 
My evaluation, it could be wrong 
By trumpet, horn, or hit of bong; 
Lazy Man just in a daze- 
(Love me fast, or leave me long!)

*Very old "stoner" poem lol

by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy,

Butterfly On An Easter Bunny

Butterfly on An Easter Bunny

Thought that this was kind of funny;
Butterfly being on an Easter Bunny,
In backyard out on green grass;
Me by hope my love would not pass,
Who was always sweet as honey.

Jim Horn

Someone mentioned butterfly
being on an Easter bunny so
wrote this poem

by James Horn |
Categories: basketball, success,

On a Back Road Again

On A Back Road Again

Have been on a back road again
While I cannot remember when;
God created great girl for me
And sure was such a sight to see.

Soon back road reached its end
So this letter to her will send;
Remember guitar I once had,
Lost it one day and am so sad.

Reminds me of my love I lost
Around by her was being bossed;
She never wanted to be my wife
Went out and took her own life.

How I wish it never did occur;
It was I who God made for her,
And am now unhappy every day
Now that she has passed away.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

by M. Shahid H. Chouhdry |
Categories: desire, devotion,


You engraved in my heart, soul, body and mind,
I have kept you in myself, but you appear unfound,

Hurting of goodbye blazing in Essence,
How much time I recall you by Eminence,

Pain you left, ache of apart, I have forgotten the art of Rejoice,
I still wend where we first met, Love things of your Choice,

Empty place where you were only Resident,
Beating hard enough as you are the President,

Fragrance of you love, contented me absolute,
You have turn my heart glow as Spring Fruit,

Endless scent of Your Touch, Feel it alright there,
Might you know my feelings or not but em Aware!

Memories are pin pricking, as stucked Thorn,
Ever heard, the panicky gigantic Horn!
Shahid Hussain Chouhdry

by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy,

God's Water Wade Horn Haiku

God's Water Wade Horn Haiku

In heaven was made;
My love away will not fade;
God's water did wade.

Jim Horn

Hope Thailand Boys soccer
team will all survive.

by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy, philosophy,

She Became Legendary

Hillary Clinton has become legendary
Many states she will eventually carry
Power of concentration and self-discipline
That is way above most of the men.

Here is the source:

Page xv Introduction, For Love of Politics
by Sally Bedell Smith

Highly suggest that you read 
it if you haven't already.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet