Love Poems About Sullies or Sullies Love Poems
by John Watt |
Categories: love,

Poise Met Noise

indescribable,
untranscribable ~ 
imbibable, your exotic, quixotic perfume
spiraled me into a quandary
of dirty laundry, penance,
no superintendents in attendance

I come from ragged boys, no poise,
just noise ~ a quiver of quavers,
no saviors of silence,
but if some sap sullies our sister
we'll flatten him

you come from platinum
a blessed nest of nuance,
a quay of kindness,
finesse, fineness ~
savvy sophistication, subtlety
a quaint saint I ain't

then poise met noise
you became my bible;
undeniable, heavy sighable, 
unclassifiable ~
indescribable


Written 12 Feb 2021

by Barshana Goswami |
Categories: absence, anger, angst, life, lonely, love, pain,

Shrunken Figments

Defeat creaming,
Around wet minds,
Blear noisy eyes.

Colors discolored,
Charred black. 
If white peeps,
Threatens to amend,
Erase the black
And bleach;
I choose.
Black needles,
Defeats white.

Naked cuts.
Does one run and flee?
Or hide?
Or yield?
Or wanting to loosen,
Fetter the knot closer? 

Prejudiced happiness.
Serves the culprit,
And scorns the athirst. 

Love defiles,
Sullies there,
Where even you
Fear to finger.
If inflated Pride,
Threatens to embalm,
I choose.
Love rapes and wastes,
Defeats a Deadly Sin.

Shrunken figments.
Quenched.
Does one mourn and accuse?
Or cede?
Or wanting to empty the vessels,
Pour more?

by Charles Johnson |
Categories: love, sad love,

Guess Who

Guess Who?
Charles Johnson

Unwritten poems thirst and ache for love.
In the still, a heart takes flight--Guess who?
For one, a sweet besotted flame-- Guess who?
One finds the mind adrift with dreams of love.
x
With every glance, a secret spark of love.
For one, each stolen glance a fire--Guess who?
A silent lust sullies a heart—Guess who?
Rejection does not count to one in love.
x
There are but nights with whispers of your name.
Soft whispers cruise on breezes light and shy.
For one, a fancied love, an eager flame,
For one, your doting eyes hold love's disguise.
Rebuff means naught —if bound by love’s stout chains.
For one, the love persists, like sighs at twilight.