Love Poems About Suggestion or Suggestion Love Poems
by Abdul Malik |
Categories: love, pain,

Looming Pain

My Love, lest I grow, oh, weary of the wait, And get tangled in a web of hate, Forsaken and forgotten, My cruel Maiden, Save me from pain. Oh, do come, Quell my emotion, With sorrow I sit alone drawing me down into a dire fate, My Love, lest I grow, oh, weary of the wait!
~"An Invented Form" contest by Andrea Dietrich ~Form Suggestion: "Cascade Royal"

by Lisa Ricci |
Categories: love, romance,

and then came us

"and then came us"

and then came you
brightening the darkest of days
caressing every moment
dressed as a white knight
showing life is new

from that moment
gone was yesterday
holding the dream of today
I look to you and your desires
as we both seek God's given fruit

love initiates such rises
making all come alive
nestled to each other
openly free our hearts
and then came us

SkyWatcher  -  03-10-17

I would like to thank Victor Buhagiar for his eye and for his suggestion of 
"God's given fruit"

by Elizabeth Range |
Categories: confusion, girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love,

Love (is like dying)

Love is like dying,
There is a weeping story for everyone to tell,
A cry and wisper, no matter if you go to heaven or hell.

Love will choke you with words,
Words that can burn or soothe your heart.
Just one saying and it could all fall apart.

It will steal your soul,
And make you feel alone.
If you fall into the hole,
Dont plan on going home.

So forget about past lovers,
And all your cries untold.
Remember all your memories,
For their the ones you hold.

You try to run from depression,
But it follows in your shadows.
Listen to my suggestion,
And like lightening love crackles.

by harry horsman |

The Conversation

Love and the Cook

I asked a simple question
need to know your suggestion
I know that you love me
I know I am your sweet pea
so what’s this indigestion?

Love and the Situation

Honey I think we are sinking
the tides coming in I am thinking
but then love is above all
did I hear a love bird call?
No it’s the sand in my eye winking.

Love and the Goddess

There was a girl from Philadelphia
who suffered from polydipsia
her lover’s advice she did seek
a holiday in ancient Greek
to drink the waters of Hestia.

© Harry J Horsman  2011

by Brian Johnston |
Categories: nature,

Haiku Number 59

through pine tree shadows
winds monarch's path to home tree -
needles blown by wings

Brian Johnston
July 28, 2016

Inspired by Caro Cecile on Face Book's Japanese Poetry Garden Path

Poet's notes:
Hoards of monarch butterflies have an amazing migration which is more bird-like than that of any other insect. They migrate thousands of miles following the same path of their ancestors, even returning to the same trees that their parents inhabited to mate and lay eggs. I love the suggestion that their path might be traced by pine needles that have been disturbed and rearranged as they pass.

by Jeff Bell |
Categories: funny, me,

My Shrink

Mind games with my shrink.
Only giving me seconds to think.
His or my sanity on the brink.
Telling him what he wants to hear.
So these psychotic thoughts don't interfere.
I love a profession where all you do is ask questions.
I see your obsession.
Diagnosing patients.
With the power of suggestion.
Mocking once again.
Your profession.
So continue with your notes and antidotes.
On how to fix a fairy tale gone wrong.
So incarcerate me to the nearest psych ward.
At least with the nuts I won't be bored.
Your heart is in the right place but your dealing with a head case.

by Jack Ellison |
Categories: silly,

My Rememberer

Love is the answer no matter the question Not even a pause at the slightest suggestion It's what life's about There's really no doubt Rememberer still works and avoids congestion

by Marty Owens |
Categories: girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, holiday, love, romance,

The Wonder of Mistletoe

Mistletoe hanging in strategic places,
reminds you that there are many lips to be kissed.
Some kisses cause surprised looks on faces.
But neither boy nor girl wants to be missed.
So to be kissed, mistletoe must be hung, we insist!

Suggestion is to hang both inside and out.
You can hang it high or hang it low.
When you see it hanging give us a shout.
We'll even get under it in the snow,
and all those wonderful kisses will make us glow!

12/07/11 for Francine Roberts English Quintain contest

by Dominique Jon Apple Webb |
Categories: love, muse, night, remember,

Reflections On My Lover, Nighttime Musings

Thinking back to his manly side outline, 
Flowing slightly inwards, but not enough to perturb, 
The suggestions of body hairs state humanity, 
His subtle tan includes him in with the rough; 
Smiling gently, he alights to my origami, 
His accepting hair copiously outweighs my breathing, 
As he hovers there to await the initiating signal, 
For warmth and movement’s harmoniously laughing spring.  

Constructing my suggestion and intention,  
I lie awake compiling my words for his reaction, 
Which settles me into life’s stance and symphony, 
Of entanglement and sexual interaction. 

by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories: love,


Sit by the fire my love, 
and let its flare 
caress you softly, 
soft as the 
suggestion of my touch 

fluttering gently on your 
skin yet slowly 
fading, as frail embers 
quit their glow 
and sputter cold. 

My passion shall o'ercome 
flame's waning appetite 
and keep you warm, 
'til stars rescind 
their luster to the dawn. 

by Md Shahadat Hossain |
Categories: anger, anti bullying, betrayal, depression, grief, miracle,

The Black Shadow

Our beloved world is getting covered by unseen shadow,
Everyone is busy to find out a new window.
Through that window they want to bring light,
But some black ships are being brought night.
The people who are blind-
Today they can see too much as we say they are kind.
The people whose heart have no love or passion,
Our world is useless without their suggestion.
The person who can kill innocent people without compromise,
They will get easily Nobel Peace Prize.
Honesty, truthfulness are no more applicable,
Instead dishonesty and betrayal are appreciable.

by Paula Larson |
Categories: introspection, nostalgia, prayer,


Staid by sweet suggestion
and guileless of mounting truth,
this fellow suffering ~ remorse
is played upon ~ uncouth!

The goading fills my pastime
no more the anvil's muse,
but lawless, hastened by-line
indoctrinating lose!

My stand is only wait ~ Thine
Oh cherished friend removed,
what keeps thy prison recline,
what keeps my prayer from proved!

Oh action, I am inclined
to fade ~ helpless, aloof,
while victimizing bends stine,
and drinks my scant reprove!

The cruel heart ~ the grapevine
of melancholy's move
has decimated true pine
of love in newness groove!

by Walayee Poet Lay Whitlock-Ishway |
Categories: girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, love, romance,

Could it be...?

Could it be...

Free, free to be me entirely
My thoughts, desires, dreams and schemes!

The aggression, depression, and explicit suggestion
They don’t sway or push you away.

Could it be you are here to stay?
Dare I say; the questions are starting to fade away.

The guards that were reinforced with lies as their primary source
Even they are beginning to disassemble and change there course.


by Seren Roberts |
Categories: blue, color,


Blue as the ocean
That reflects the sky above
The beautiful ****
With the suggestion of love
The blues music's haunting sound

10 May 2013

by Louis Borgo |
Categories: art, love,

The Suggestion

If i am in a position to hold the candle, 

Then light the candle, 

If the edge of chair no more romantic then, 

A thriller then explain the foot work, 
Time elapse then let be known I am have good time, 

If the morning breaks and howl of the moon is, 

Approaching what distance is the runner set it for home, 

Rules among conquers words of relapse circle of comas, 

like the ice age, 

If learning is not free I say set sail to eastern hemisphere

Ask them the dawn question, 

If freedom is the question and love is real, 

Then what is the suggestion.

by Louis Borgo |
Categories: art, love,

Passionately Glory

Early beginning a early late night out price 
Of the game a walk on the town  
Tale as a river long a a french brigade it all knights out 

Of cheers holder of hands who knew early beginning held better then Wednesday night out

Strange is of weather formal company shack of a hand glory of games Word suggestion longest of days
That would be Passionately Glory.

by Alexandra Nik |
Categories: love,

In Deep waters

It's the depths of your ocean -
more important than wavelength.

The continuous questioning
stumbles on edge.
Disbalancing proportion
influences the bane's strength.

There's single suggestion: Ink
must be left 
             as a pledge
to the circles of Living
for the happier dusting

for the better tomorrow
where the Sun WILL arise,
currency is caregiving,
where the lie is disgusting,
where the most pain is sorrow
over choosing unwise.

I hope, somewhere in timeline
our veins will be woven
into something tremendous
like a hydrogen bomb.
I know, this growth is malign.

But I wish I could point
on your heart for momentous
question 'where I come from?"


by harry horsman |
Categories: fun,

Married To The Cook

Darling I ask a simple question
Desperate to know your suggestion
I’m aware that you love me
And that I am your sweet pea
So, what on earth is this indigestion.

© Harry J Horsman 

by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories: love, romance,


Sit by the fire, my love, 
and let its flare 
caress you softly, 
soft as the 
suggestion of my touch 

fluttering gently on your 
skin yet slowly 
fading, as frail embers 
quit their glow 
and sputter cold. 

My passion shall o'ercome 
flame's waning appetite 
and keep you warm, 
'til stars rescind 
their luster to the dawn.  

by robert ray |
Categories: funny, visionary,


Gas is so expensive
You cant get far in your car
So here is my suggestion
We can stay right where we are.

There is plenty of food on the table.
In the fridge a cold case of beer
We dont have to go nowhere
We can stay right here.

While we are staying here
We will be saving on gas.
Lets save the gas,

ILL turn on the radio
You can turn the lighs down low.
While we hold each other in our arms
We can dance to the radio..

When the moment is right
And we know the the moment will not last..
When we are upstairs making love.
We will be saving on gas.

by Probir Gupta |
Categories: addiction, adventure, allusion, beauty, cute love,


Everywhere the sun
Now cloud, you are at the door
How could I want more?


From your bowl splash sparks
I look for the chest to hold
To snuggle in cold


Lyrics in a flash
Poems come in and go out
Eloquent eye lash


Empty coffee cup
Warm brown you pour and I sip
It is again dry

by Lewis Raynes |
Categories: culture, desire, lust, rude, sensual, sexy,

Handkerchief code

A dark blue bandana from her back left pocket, 
Communicates an erotic ballet,
That she’ll be the male throughout the whole night,
The man is the role she will play,

And if he wears a little light blue in his left,
It’s his small suggestion, his tease,
That he wants to taste the fruit of her love, 
That he’ll be the one on his knees,

And if she has a black as black cloth in her pouch,
Then she wants it done from behind,
And if he has a little grey cloth hanging out,
That means he wants to be tied,

These days if you wear a cloth from your pocket,
If its colour is clear and distinct,
It tends to shout out to those all about,
That you have a curious kink.

by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories: love,


 ...for D.H. Lawrence

Sit by the fire my love
   and let its flare
caress you softly,
      soft as the 
suggestion of my touch
fluttering gently on your 
   skin yet slowly
fading, as frail embers 
   quit their glow 
      and sputter cold.
My passion shall o'ercome 
   flame's waning appetite 
and keep you warm,
      till stars rescind 
   their luster to the dawn.

by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories: love,


...dedicated to D.H. Lawrence

Sit by the fire, my love,
and let its flare
caress you softly,
soft as the 
suggestion of my touch

fluttering gently on your 
skin yet slowly
fading, as frail embers 
quit their glow 
and sputter cold.

My passion shall o'ercome 
flame's waning appetite 
and keep you warm,
'til stars rescind 
their luster to the dawn.

by Earl Schumacker |
Categories: desire, devotion, emotions, joy, love, truth, woman,

Lost In Love

       Lost In Love

Unknown girl from unknown parts calls to me
Becomes familiar in a subtle glance
With a gentle touch
Of chance and fate
Wakes me with her voice of other worlds
Doors open to suggestion
And all sounds reasonable in the dark
She changes with the wind
Whispers secret things to me
Sleep will never come again
In the repetition of desires kiss that starts
But never ends
I’m lost forever in her arms
My lover’s charms
That lasts for hours
So time evaporates forever in the sirens song
Plays on the long sonata of the day
So very lost in love