#poem about love

[myowndoriangray]

from my poem “a stuffed wild animal”

[dabiconcordia]

Love

Take the perfume of the rose, Take the gentlest breeze that blows, Take the sweetest of your dreams, Take the sparkling mountain streams, Take the honey from a flower, Take the warm midsummer shower, Take the songs the angels sing, Take the clearest bells that ring, Take the sweetest voice you've heard, Take the warble of a bird, Take the brightest star that shines, Take the odor of the pines, Take the joy of lover's kiss, Take a peep at perfect bliss, Take the sparkle of a gem, Take, I say, take all of them; Everything I've named above, And they spell the one word, "LOVE." by E. F. Hayward

[inkmadeofsky]

an excerpt from my poem “never have i ever.”

what's the nickname you used to love but hate it now?

[mytalesandyou]

Love is a delusion...

Cause when I see you its like a dream come true which I know will never come true..

-Rz

[uaravsh]

"Even before I was touched, I belonged to you;

you had only to look at me."

- Louise Glück, from the Poems 1962-2012 ; "The Burning Heart" (@uaravsh )

[gamktheonion]

forever

Maybe the word forever

Wasn't meant for people

For places

Relationships

In a world so unstable

Nothing can be so concrete

Even a word

Even an idea

Only memories can carry

The immutability of affection forever

-gamk

[nomorekillingbutterflies]

what are we going to do now?

with all this wasted love, I mean. we can continue being backseat lovers, continue watching the night sky and wishing for better times to lie ahead of us. are we going to consist of more than formidable conversations between shadows and seasonal kisses? whatever we’ll be, I will always look at the stars, desperately hoping to find a piece of me and you within them. and I will never stop holding my breath out of fear that when I exhale, a little bit of your love could leave. maybe next time, all drunk and sentimental, I will confess how I’ve seen all the planets and stars but still, the definition of beauty is you, my love.

- e.f

[naeemajusthasthoughts]

I know that there is nobody

at times, I try not to let it get to me

my unspoken truths

lies beside me and

the only silence is the beating

of this torn heart.

It speaks of the misery

lost in the tomes

higher than the mountains of my own creating,

I sometimes found peace

in those many moments and

whisper the wishes

lost to me, as I walk

a path only I could see

imagining a place

that puts flowers to shame.

But those moments are rare and

I have only my heart to bare,

though, I know what's left of it

pieces of the truth

left inside this torturous mind,

that there is nobody and

I cannot bring myself

to make peace with it this time.

[mikushimada]

(a poem about a love that cannot be started)

I threw up words of affirmation

Just to see them in paper layin'

All because of those exchanged glances

And how he would never take chances

To write a perface for this unstarted story in affection

Our town is faded into nothings color

Stealing everything we can be, you plunder

I'm an artist with a brush bathed in revolution

Wishin' to free you from a lawless land within

A Mayor sayin' you & I live in different towns, forever

And that's how it goes...

☆ Written by me ☆

[mktgl]

i could've shown you all the pics

i've hidden in a special folder

for us to copy and repeat

while ghostly sun still shines over

i could've sworn that i forgot

how life without you ever looked

how water dripped down my cheek

at night with clutched pillow heat

i could've drowned in the sea

of ugly thoughts and all bad dreams

but now u came, i shall repeat

and thank all gods for remedy.

i could've thanked, I could've prayed

but things like that are substitutes 

because I can't remember how to say

those magic words 

     'i love you too'.

[belovedapollo]

I woke and crept like a cat

on silent feet about my own house— to look

at you

while you were sleeping, your hair

sprayed on the pillow, your eyes closed,

your body safe and solitary, and my doors

shut for your safety and your comfort. I did this

thinking I was intruding, yet wanting to see the most beautiful thing that has ever been in my house.

—Mary Oliver, I Woke

[poetrybynoone]

[dabiconcordia]

Love's Millionaire

Within my little cottage Are peace and warmth and light; And loving welcome waiting When I come home at night. The polished kettle's steaming, The snowy cloth is spread— And close against my shoulder There leans a smooth brown head! Her eyes are lit with laughter (They light the world for me) — "For how much would you sell me? Now tell me, sir!" cries she. 'Tis then I answer, somehow, Between a smile and tear, "Not for all the gold in Klondike! The gold in Klondike, dear!"

When the cosy tea is over, With many a frolic fond, I sit and read my paper; And from the room beyond I hear the clink china, The tread of nimble feet, And broken bits of singing That somehow ripple sweet. I hear a rush and rustle Behind my easy-chair; Short, chubby arms enclasp me And choke me unaware! Into my arms is tumbled A crinkled, golden head, A ball of fluffy whiteness That ought to be in bed. She asks her mother's question— I kiss the answer clear; "Not for all the gold Klondike; The gold in Klondike, dear!"

In dim and dusky office I dig my bits of gold; I suffer not with hunger, Nor perish with the cold. My nuggets needs be tiny (I dig them with a pen), But the Yukon's golden gravel I leave for other men. by Florence May Alt

[inkmadeofsky]

title: the star loves the night.

is there someone you'd love like that?

[i-indigo]

The Girlhood of Hating Yourself

Oh how I miss my only problem being

The mirror;

Those days

I counted with your love.

I couldn't stand

To look at myself,

Like how now you can't stand

Me.

And while I'm now glad

To look at my reflection,

I can't

Stand,

Not counting with your love.

I guess I now look

How I always wanted,

But I still hate my body

Because it is not close

To yours.

I hate it:

Why would I be comfortable with this version

That you hate?

I suppose I look good naked,

But it is nothing

Compared to the nude

That my heart is in

Your hands.

I look better in reflections now,

But the problem is still the mirror;

It doesn't reflect you

By my side.

My younger self

Would have given everything to look like I do.

And I

Would give anything

To be that young again;

I would choose

To hate my body again

If that meant

I could love you.

X.

[allmothsdied]

I'm dying in your sheets

Naked with your cum running down my thighs

I'm perfectly broken

You ruined me

Light in your eyes was all I wanted

In your eyes I found my home

You filled my heart with joy

And you was everything to me

I couldn't love you more

But all I was to you

Was nothing but a body

You occasionally used

Not a person, not a woman loving you

Just an object you can fuck

Object with no other use

And fool with nice but empty words

I thought it means something

I was naive... So it's my fault

Beauty in your sheets

Turned to my grave hole

I'm ready to lay down in now,

I finally understand, I accept the truth

I'm nothing to you

Than your little whore

Like I was to every other men

Foolish thinking it was different with you

And my destruction to fall in love so much

I can't live without you

When you promise nothing than to leave me

But at least this time I knew from begining

Everyone else left without a word

Melancholic tears of her, the Death queen

Are welcoming me home

Only place I could take me love

Even she was hoping you would take me from her

She wished...

But now I'm running broken

To her arms where is no more pain

No more foolish trusting to lies and dreams

That were gone before they came to life