Love Poems About Inscription or Inscription Love Poems
by Linda-Marie Sweetheart |
Categories: love, me,


"TOUCH" I want to touch your life and leave a mark ... ... a deep impression ... So you will think of me and of my smile ... ... my sweet expression ... I long to touch your life and leave a sign ... ... a warm inscription ... So you will care for me and keep in mind ... ... a clear description ... I need to touch your life and leave a joy ..,. ... an inspiration ... So you will love me soon in reality ... ... not imagination ...
*For S.K.A.T.'s give it to me straight contest ...

by Bl Devnath |
Categories: first love,

Ellipsis Inclines

beauty's honey sight  
                                             inscription carves over heart

by Stefani Leslie |
Categories: beauty, boyfriend, creation, feelings, i love you, romance, soulmate,

Fruition of My Inscription

An inscription of our fruition 
Is all I want today! 
I’m so commanding,
so demanding,
When I have something to say
And so confiding, 
so inviting 
when I talk to you this way
So instinctly 
And so distinctly  
My true love is here to stay.
your every sound,
Your so profound. 
It's your words I do adore!
Your every disposition, 
apparition, and description 
you are charming to your core!
I have an inclination 
That my true fixation
Always leaves me wanting more,
Because with everyday’s ignition 
I love you more and more!

by Ilene Bauer |
Categories: loss,

My Wedding Ring

My wedding ring is very plain.
It’s just a band of gold
And with its mate, it’s like my marriage – 
Thirty-nine years old.

We chose our rings and had them then
Inscribed with words intended
To last a lifetime; substitutes
Are rarely recommended.

That ring is like a part of me
So I cannot explain
How in the shower, it slipped off
And tumbled down the drain.

We tried to get it back. Alas,
It seems to be quite gone.
I shed some tears and still feel sad
But life and love go on.

I’ll search for a replacement and
The moment that I choose it,
My husband’s new inscription will be,
“This time – do not lose it!”

by Michael Smith |
Categories: childhood,

Weeping Willow Why

I trace the harden, scars of bark
Merely, a piece of heart has healed
One by one and letter to letter
With tinges of smile as I feel
The puppy love that fades within inscription 
Passions scratched upon a Weeping Willow 
So far away are the lives in parallel 
All abstractions as... statues in a field

by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

Here I Choose To Stay

Boundless streams the river . . . 

Boughs shake under tears of eden 
  trembles close  ever shall she take 

Fire on the causeway embers spark my seams 
   stoking skylight's freedom 
   crazing down my beams 

Standing in her present  hovers fill my floor 
   whispers fill the garden 
   breathless kneads my door 

Water beads the meadow  thunder rolls the one 
   passion waves her fingers 
   the rampart comes undone 

Inscription on the window  sorrow floats away 
   reflection clears with the honey 
   inside is where I'll stay 

Boundless streams the river baby 
    but here   I choose to stay

by Cl Creek |
Categories: friendship, love, passion, romance, travel,

Inscription On a Flask To My Wife

A Little Nip To Settle Your Stomach And Gladden Your Heart To Warm The Nights While We're Apart

by Edoja Faith |
Categories: beautiful,

The Fact

Am bent over making a deep impression.

From the sweetness of my sweet expression.

Am contained over painting in your heart my dear inscription.

I am exhausting my thoughts that you may get a clear description.

In your very eyes i see the source of my inspiration.

I am compelled to confess I LOVE YOU for real beyond imagination.

by Jeff Kyser |
Categories: birthday, granddaughter, love,

Sixteen: a Perfect Square

Sixteen: a perfect square and fourth!
Good Lord, your age is headed north!
So slow it down, just linger, tarry;
Always be my Mary Berry.

Though both of us seem not so young,
It’s clear we scarcely have begun;
Sixteen’s not old, that’s plain to see,
Not when you’ve got eternity!

So raise your voice today and sing,
One day, you’ll dance before the King.


(a birthday card inscription on the occasion of Marion’s 16th birthday)

by R. B. Cawis |
Categories: writing,

Silent Song

What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . .
                     Quote by_Constance La France

What is love, but a tale; a gust of wind blown in the dark. 
In dwindling hope, it is lost; for it failed to make a spark. 
The blank pages await for painted words to shed its grace;
But the blind feelings faded away in nothingness without a trace; 
For hope is faint for love's eternal inscription; 
A forgotten silent song without any dedication. 

November 18, 2022 

A Brian Strand Premiere No 53 Poetry Contest (6th place)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

Writing Challenge V Form Poetry Contest (3rd place) 
Sponsored by: Constance La France

by Kai Michael Neumann |
Categories: best friend,


... she had nothing much to give as she searched her pockets for gratitude, selfless gifts had made her journey so much easier than she could have ever longed for, invaluable presents from a passionate heart and she looked at the inscription in the ageing tree of her childhood an arrow of love on the cinnamon bark of tomorrow that always looked to become a distant past, a couple of bows tied around the trunk, now faded and torn beyond recognition, all that was left was words of kindness, a sincere apology and farewell to becoming an aspiration beyond her wildest dreams ...

my tree of kind life
planted roots of compassion
you gave me your wings

by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories: age, birthday, poetess,

The Powdered Wig


A wonderfully powdered wig,
like esoteric snow, fashioned
with an avalanche of wisdom,
for children and grands, too big.

The inscription on blessed face,
with so many poetically divine
words, wrinkled with fine lines,
aged flame of auburn’s embrace.

This hundred year so and so,
with so much artistic love, thrives,
through seasons of buttered life,
spreading beatific banquet for show.

Lord, you see the invisible one who
will one day meet your visible son.
Let ladies and gents court her words.
Let glorious fruit of Joyce’s voice accrue.

Happy 100th Birthday!

Relates to poem by Joyce Johnson: I Feel Invisible

by Sasa Milivojev |
Categories: love, love hurts, memory, miss you, romantic, sad,

A Memory

Saša Milivojev - A MEMORY

Clear water
The smell of withered nature
I sneak through your thoughts
You lead me to oblivion
Shedding endless moonlight
Like a wonderful rainbow
I breathe you in
As warm southern air
In ecstasy
A trace in time
An inscription on the stone
A memory of you forever
Like when the painting fades
Take me to the past
So I can give you back
What you gave me
I disappeared in a gust of wind
That summer long ago
When sadness stood between us
The clock fell silent
And I continued promenade through


Saša Milivojev


by Paula Larson |
Categories: inspirational,


In faithful retrospect of tend,
do find rewarding more than fate, its rend
God's plan, as yours for mine, as lasting fend
fruition from my rhyme, does so amend.

In Holy vigil's sign, a hope to bend
accordance, in converse to bade, to send.
A thought to give you peace, voiding contend,
and love returns to hold voicing extend.

Some secret bonding, inspiration's read
awaiting its inscription ~ time's instead.
All grace abides forever, taking head
a frontage, a concern's avowed imbed.

So promised footage, spiraling, God's led ~
is asking . . . ask me now, what He has said!

by Manon Boudreau Star Child Nebula |
Categories: blessing, faith, fate, god, heart, inspirational love, jesus,

God's Awake

Make no mistake
I see
To my surprise
He chose thee
True beauty
Surrounds me
Like a fairytale
We walked through the white veil
Like a relic
God inscription
For all to listen
White clouds of the Holy Ark overhead
God sharing his bread
As the gentle feet of a deer
God love is always near
Path with our Debonair
Beauty of wave in the air 
Gracious kindness
In presence of his likeness
Jesus blood remind
Be kind
Your hearts are mine
Enjoy your fresh start
Thanks for showing me heart
Throughout the night
Grace shall greet your sights
Enjoy my dear
It is I who is near