Love Poems About Nice or Nice Love Poems
by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories: butterfly, love,

Butterfly

If I were a butterfly
would you love me more?
would you treat me delicately?
look deep into my core?
 
If I were a butterfly
would you let me land
on the tip of your finger
or let me play upon the sand?
 
If I were a butterfly
would you be gentle and nice?
breathe softly upon me
and kiss me lightly thrice?
 
If I were a butterfly,
alas I'd fly away
for staying with you, darling
there's quite a lot to pay.
 
If I were a butterfly
I'd rather my soul be free
Never tied to slavery
paying you too high a fee.
 
Yet if I were a butterfly
would you fly away with me?
Or always unfaithful, would you
fly away with a bumble bee?


by Vera Duggan |
Categories: happiness, how i feel, love, sea,

As we walk hand in hand

As we walk hand in hand

Today as we walk hand in hand
Happily through pure white sand
The love within my heart for thee
It flows to you so tenderly.

The ocean waves ebb to and thro
As hand in hand along we go
Bare feet in the silky sand
 The sun shines down and life’s so grand

We stop, the two of us and kiss
Oh how nice to feel such bliss
As love matures we two, entwined
Such perfect sweetness we do find

Today as we walk hand in hand
Happily through pure white sand.

Vera Duggan 10 July 2014.


by Evelyn Judy Buehler |
Categories: eve, nature, nice, night, romantic love, sun, sunset,

The Terrace

Huge red-orange sun slowly recede,
Upon the sky seem to bleed;
Whispers of night, calling home,
Such sunset days rarely spent alone.

Look ahead to starry skies;
Not time for early goodbyes.
Without love cannot the heart grow-
A new day comes beyond the rainbow!

Warm Paris breeeze gently blow-
Roses atop the bureau;
Music with a certain ease;
Smooth jazz, if you please.

In darkness of shadows, waits he!
The night is young-for me!
Stars appear, quiet avenue.
Farewell dawn skies of baby blue.

When from misty dreams awakes,
When tomorrow sunrise overtakes,
Come listen music play,
On gold terrace of the sunny day!


by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: fun, funny, horse, humor, humorous, poets,

The Pompous Poet

“O to dwell in the past!” yearned the poet. “How nice!”
“The words of today are so coarse!”
So he wallowed in syphilis, sadness and lice,
Wrote a sonnet, then married his horse. 

He sat with dear Dobbin ‘neath shimm’ring skies,
as they supped on warm ale and hard cheese,
crying “Yonder, the moon shineth o’er the rise!”
“Pray my love, fetch my quill if ye please.”

Deep into the gloaming the poet didst muse,
as the horse she fell weary and bitter,
He cried “Tarry! Thine face is the bounty I choose!”
Dobbin smiled, and then trolled him on Twitter. 



11 May 2019



by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: death,

Beseeching Denouement


Denouement, I beseech you, take your time. I see you lurking closely by my gate. I want to live and love and write my rhyme. Go finish someone else’s tale. I’ll wait! I need no resolutions in my life. One moment to the next I’m glad to live. I’ll take - along with good times- all the strife along my path. Denouement, do not give an early summing up to this nice plot which is my life. Oh, let my climax be a long way off! My final page is not a page that I await too eagerly. If my end is soon, don’t be forthcoming. Let them say I never saw you coming! Written Aug. 21, 2016

by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,

Luna moths in mid flight

Luna moths in mid flight
giving the world a sense of delight
they seem evermore bright

things will now be all right
I love the sense of air and light
Luna moths bring in me in the night 

I wish I may I wish I might
Live a life so nice and tight
That some day I can return so bright 

And be a luna moth in mid flight
Giving the world a sense of delight
Warming up creatures of the night 




by Panagiota Romios |
Categories: cute love, rain,

GOD'S PICNIC



                 The skies filled bulbously with
                 gray-filled clouds.
                 We rested on God's daisy blanket,
                 laughing out loud.


                 Some nice fresh water from God's
                 own sink?
                 We laid back in utter joy, setting up 
                 glasses to catch such a blessed...
                 Heavenly drink.



                  September 24, 2019



by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories: angst, celebrity, encouraging, freedom, irony, metaphor, simile,

of love of war

of love of war
the staff of a prophet, seen fairness not imagine, sings shouting out, obscenity recognized, yet in search of fame, seeking stance the moment arises, seek of voice of power, godsend renown supremacy, yet prophet not acknowledged, kept desire of a great life, sought skill of voice, articulate hardly ever, cheek no longer free, famous self seldom bite snarls dogma, link of country of faith, kinship all that’s true, fair play desired fame acknowledged, pent the home front, covetousness war or peace love or hate, just yelp puppy love, nice _________________________| Penned on September 28, 2014!

by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: faith, hope, inspirational, love,

Kindness - The Anaphora

~Kindness~
(Anaphora)


Kindness is to show you care in any way
Kindness is giving something unselfishly
Kindness is to show respect to anyone we meet or know
Kindness is showing compassion when someone needs it to
Kindness is giving a sincere smile
Kindness is loving and caring for others
Kindness is saying a kind word or two
Kindness is being nice to each other
Kindness is not being rude to anyone
Kindness is spreading God's love to all.



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011


October.27.2015



by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: christmas, happy,

After Christmas - In the Moment

The time is after midnight, and I’m in the moment, thinking how another Christmas has come and gone. My spouse and I are tucked in bed, warm and cozy. Outside, white beauty coldly blankets our front lawn. Snickers, our new dog, sleeps peacefully between us. The cat creeps up beside me now. How I love her! How trusting are these creatures God gives us - how pure! Our cat lies down by Snickers. I hear her soothing purr. The visit with our daughter and her family was nice. With gifts, glad hearts and tummies full, we traveled home. More memories to cherish; the old year passes. In the moment - grateful - I finish with this poem.

by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, bird, flower, love,

M o u n t a i n s - The Choka Style

~ Mountains ~ (Double Choka) Over the mountains Sun shines in all its splendor Beautiful trees stand out tall Birds assemble there Eagles soar right to the top Wild flowers covers the ground Blue mountains stand grand Deers and bears roam all around Eyes can't get enough nice scene All trees seem to glow You can feel God's loving touch Breathe in enjoy all the view. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015
July.24.2017 “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain- ~ Author's Notes : The " Choka " is a Japanese poetry form or style.

by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: deep, life,

- Darkness and Demons -


    Defence was
    built up over
    many years and
    impermeable
    Nobody knew
    about the secrets
    Your life painting
    in beautiful colors
    so that it is
    nice to admire
    by others
    Fragile as
    butterfly's wings
    but no illusion
    Love restricted
    From subject to object
    in just a moment
    To meet the knife edge of the gaze 
    When we look at each other
    The truth
    Bury your demons
    Make meaningful choices
    The values of life must be harvested






    20.04.2014
    A-L Andresen :)

by Tim Ryerson |
Categories: for her, friendship,

A Tribute to Andrea Dietrich

she’s a faithful friend
a mentor, a confidant
a trusted teacher
of poetry forms
loyal, loving me for me
with no conditions...

on one occasion
she set aside precious time
to study ALL of my work
yes, from first to last
offering kind opinions
on what she thought were my best...

she loathes the lazy
practice of copy/pasting
bland, boring comments
or: ‘Nice work! Love it! Congrats!’
(short but not so very sweet)
enough already!

she’s funny and fun
honorable and honest
sometimes brutally...
(she knows I need it)
confidence sans cockiness
now THAT’S a lady...

8/14/2014
 

by Trisha Sugarek |
Categories: truth,

A Difference

A Difference  © Trisha Sugarek

to have eyes
is one thing
to see, 
is quite another

to have ears is
normal
to listen,
an art form

to have a heart
is a necessity
to have heart,
glorious 

to have two hands
ordinary
to have helping hands,
magnificent

to love someone,
some thing,
is nice
to love selflessly,
a miracle

to have self-awareness
essential
to have a soul
superb




by Nedra Wilson |
Categories: mother,

Job Well Done

Job Well Done

Momma, when you died I ask God 'Why'
He answered me quickly 'HER JOB IS DONE'
I started to cry pleading out to God
'That's my mother and I love her Dearly'.
God simply wispered close to my ear
'That's my child and I love her Dearer'.
I did'nt give up moma I CRIED out more 
'I want to make her happy in life
and give her things that's nice'.
I heard a strong voice right close
to My ear no wisper just clear.
'I HAVE HER JUST REWARD'
I understood momma than and there
that there's nothing on earth 
good enough for you here.  By: Nedra Wilson {NOLA Poet}

by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: beauty, crush, kiss, love,

- Nest - Pleiades N -


Natural beautiful
Newfound love, roses grow
New moon silver flashes
Nubile young, blushing cheeks
Nice guy, real charmer
Nuts about your sweet kiss
Nothing can change the love







30.04.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
( Pleiades form : N )
www.howmanysyllables.com
For Kim Merryman's contest

by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: funny,

A New Love LOL

Could it be only yesterday we met?
This night together seemed so very right.
So nice to wake up to a happy face,
To find you with me still at morning light.

I dare not think my lonely days are done,
It is too soon to be so optimistic.
I must be patient, wait to see what comes,
Dampen my ardor, be more realistic.

Is this but the first of our shared breakfasts?
I fear I’ll frighten you with silly talk.
You must admit that we are good together.
I grab your leash and take you for a walk.

 




by STANLEY Harris |
Categories: blessing, food, funny love, memory, peace, war,

I do love food

>I do love food.

When I was young, food was rationed.
So much of this, or that, you were allowed.
Each person had a ration book for adults and a child.
So much butter so much sugar, a few ounces of meat.
If you grew your own produce, fresh veg was a treat.
And what was put on the table, you did love to eat.

Many years have passed, and food is not rationed anymore.
The choice on the supermarket shelf, tells there is no sign of war.
Now we are leaving the EU, what will the supermarkets do?
Will the shelves be empty and bare?
Or will more British produce be for sale there.
I do love food, so hope it’s there.
British, nice with a price that’s fair.<

by Seren Roberts |
Categories: funny,

My Bed The Synathroesmic Cat

oh lovely bed, dishevelled bed, 
warm and cosy snuggle bed
too nice to get out of bed
too big for one it should be shared

crisp clean sheets, to curl the toes bed,
pack of pillows for my head.
duvet to wrap around me, bed
wish you served meals, need to be fed.

coffee and toast make it a special bed
crumbs to lie on, isn’t good it’s said
best you throw me out, get a shower,
oh bed, can I sneak back in an hour, 

my bed I love you.

Penned 11th April 2013

by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, love, poetry, writing,

A Kyrielle - The Kyrielle Style

~ A   Kyrielle~
( Kyrielle)


It is composed in quatrains line
That's not hard at all when done fine
This French style you can do right
Kyrielle is easy to write

Eight syllables per line in all
In each one you observe this call
There's rhyming all through to delight
Kyrielle is easy to write

Repeat the B in last line verse
You'll make a nice piece to diverse
And style to enjoy day or nite
Kyrielle is easy to write.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011



January.02.2017


~ Author's  Notes:

The  "Kyrielle"  is   a poetry  form  or  style.

by Christy Hardy |
Categories: lovelove, me,

You Should Know

If you love me,
then you should know,
my favorite color,and
tv show.

If you love me,
and have shared my life,
what makes me special,
in being your wife.

What is my shoe size,
are my jeans tapered or loose,
do I wear the low riders,
or those high on the caboose.

Is my perfume,
flowers or spice,
how many times have you told me,
baby you smell nice.

These simple things,
that make me who I am,
are not very difficult,
but will prove to me,
you are my man.

by Leslie Albright |
Categories: dedication, friendship, hope, inspirational, introspection, life, love, autumn,

When Autumn Comes

When autumn comes to drop it's leaves.
Unreconciled, the branches greive.
To enter winter's long goodbye.
Awaiting spring, again to sigh.

Amidst the heat of summer's sun.
The planted seed will soon be done.
Only the rain of heavens love.
Can help the plant rise up above.

The seasons we all have to live.
Are waisted if we don't forgive.
A heart that's full of pain and sorrow.
Requires hope to meet tomorrow.

When someone needs a helping hand.
It's nice when they can join the band.
To know that they can sing along.
To harmonize in life's long song.

by Charles Melody Lightning Ink |
Categories: faith

Flawless love

Flawless love,
Flawless assurance,
Flawless deliverance,
All without money,
All like honey,
Better than any.

Flawless love,
Flawless corrections,
No manipulation,
No distraction,
No commotions,
Plenty of emotions,
Nice justifications.

Flawless love,
Taking away diseases,
The captives he releases,
Never friendly with sickness,
Never! yes never reckless,
He gives salvation to those he fore knew.

by Roy Pett |
Categories: funny, prison,

Fabulous fun footles

I Love my Mother in law.

Phone rings
Ear stings

Door knocks
Nerve shocks

Come in
Large gin

Be nice
Head lice

Hair gel
Strong smell

Stale wee
Flows free

Stand here
My dear

Trap door
what for

Goodbye
Large sigh

In jail
Good tale.


20/03/2017.
Fabulous fun footles competition.
Sponsored by Jan Allison


by Raul Moreno |
Categories: love,

Steamy Affair

I see you in deep thought of me,
and I ask myself if I should ripple your complexion..?

I gaze in those reflective eyes,
And simmer yet swim in those limpid pupils,
Staining your liquid sheets.

While subtle things begin to heat...
...Love’s stir infuses us as one concoction.

As souring...sweaty lemon juice… 
...beads from both of our shiny brows,
…I lowly steep in you.

Bubbling suds of passion,
...conclude our boiling saga.

I in you...you on me...water and tea,
Together we make...a nice warm beverage…
…for the world to sip our love.