Love Poems About Quatorzain or Quatorzain Love Poems
by Brian Strand |
Categories: poetry, word play,

QUATORZAIN the name

on the verge of love,
mutual discovery unveiled
in their secret world;
lips to lips ,sealed,
hearts in passion pound
ardour's whispers sound;
need unchains desire,
pleasure's fever fans a fire,
each flame thrusting higher;
in duet's crescendo choir
realisation exceeds hope,
promise, with trust elope;

enchantment metamorphose
as love,sublime,grows 

Note:
a quatorzain is a stanza or poem of fourteen lines

by harry horsman |
Categories: love hurts,

Secrets

SECRETS

Breaking shackles of restraint
Is love the lost key?
Heart opened?

FADE TO GREY

I gave away tomorrow
So you have today?
This in lieu?

MECHANICAL RESPONSE

The clock on the wall ticks on
Yet my heart does not?
Sick of life?

© Harry J Horsman  2014

by Brian Strand |
Categories: love,

A song of songs

on the verge of love,
mutual discovery unveiled
in their secret world;
lips to lips ,sealed,
hearts in passion pound
ardour's whispers sound;
need unchains desire,
pleasure's fever fans a fire,
each flame thrusting higher;
in duet's crescendo choir
realisation exceeds hope,
promise, with trust elope;

enchantment metamorphose
as love,sublime,grows 

Note:
a quatorzain is a stanza or poem of fourteen lines


by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: introspection,

THE WRONG PERCEPTION

Sex is not love as assumed...
so what's it's purpose?
To multiply?

by Phil Capitano |
Categories: analogy, desire, love,

My Mistress, The Sea

There is a longing to the sea
	When gazing at the glossy floor.
Time and tides roll in and out,
	Lonely waves upon distant shores.
A siren’s call from distant ports,
	Shipwrecking lips and sunset eyes.
She loves like a tempest and then
	The ghostly chill of dark goodbyes.
My creative inspiration
	Wrapped in myth and mystery,
An ode to men of fire and steel.
	My mistress the luminous sea.
Oh, what romantic tales you weave,
Sweet hope you come yet death you leave.


by Constance La France |
Categories: grief,

requiem

people gather,
in grief!
I can feel the deep, pain
the tears!
music melancholy,
prayers!
I hear my name,
and stand!
my hands are, trembling
I read!
my forever love pours,
mother!

my arms held you,
in death!

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January 8, 2020

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Written for FFI Blog Series 58 - Quatorzain
Brian Strand

Podium Place 1

by Brian Strand |
Categories: desire, love,

ANTICIPATION OF LOVE a song of songs

on the verge of love,
mutual discovery unveiled
in their secret world;
lips to lips ,sealed,
hearts in passion pound
ardour's whispers sound;
need unchains desire,
pleasure's fever fans a fire,
each flame thrusting higher;
in duet's crescendo choir
realisation exceeds hope,
promise, with trust elope;

enchantment metamorphose
as love,sublime,grows