Category: Love

Assignations of the Heart, Love Poetry by Fayton Hollington

For lack of gumption, and all the assumptions, this needs to be kicked into gear.
Until that time, I’ll gaze upon and cherish thee, with all my love through eternity. … As day gives way to night, it’s in my dreams you’ll remain in sight.

Part of the 2016 LOVE Poetry Festival.

Assignations of the Heart
by Fayton Hollington

Rhythms of the heart beat I adore…. The touch, the sounds, the sights of which some day might be no more.

For lack of gumption, and all the assumptions, this needs to be kicked into gear.
Until that time, I’ll gaze upon and cherish thee, with all my love through eternity. … As day gives way to night, it’s in my dreams you’ll remain in sight.

The pulsation’s, the angst, the confusion, the fear, is a direct correlation to wanting you near…

Rhythms of the heart beat, I adore. … Though our destiny is uncertain, my feelings are clear, understanding my plight keeps the feelings in flight.

If there’s ever a concern, regarding this burning I yearn; do not distress, my compulsion to approach is near.

Walking through the empty street I’m feeling all alone, moon and stars guide me to a place that strikes unknown. I hear my footsteps clearly as they echo in my head, but didn’t see a single soul; I swore the streets were dead. …

I’m wandering lonely, feeling it hard, but I’m too frightened to relax my guard. … You possessed my thoughts, always on my mind, the one in my dreams I never thought I’d find. …

Around the next bend with no warning at all, as soon as I saw you I started to fall. I closed my eyes tight and started to run, until I had to admit my emotions had won.
You walked into my life, and right into my heart, but why didn’t I tell you, and now where do I start. …

With you on my mind; inducing suspension of time, I beg you for a moment to prepare. …

The time has come to be honorable and true with regards to my feelings for you. … The nerves, the fears, the anticipation the tears; are the reasons I need this to be clear. …

Emotionally, I was lost but now I’m found, though the price I’ll pay is high. …

You gave me your heart, and I tore it apart, with my selfishness and greed.

You gave me the chance to right my wrong, I’ve attempted through words, and attempted through song, but this cannot possibly go on. …

Denying your love and compassion, tenderness and satisfaction, undoubtedly, is the cause of this action. …

I’m setting you free from your attachment to me to ascertain my own self-worth. …

I’ll wander alone for the right type of tone to set my soul at ease. …

I’ll gather my feelings, my thoughts and my sorrows, but for now; there can be no tomorrow. …

If only for a moment, if only for a day; I could have loved you the right way.

If only…

Poet – Fayton Hollington
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Journey from Hell to Eden, Love Poetry by Colin Guest

From bombs and war I had left my home in search of a safe and better life

But little did I know that on the way I would meet the woman of my dreams

Part of the 2016 LOVE Poetry Festival.

Journey from Hell to Eden
by Colin Guest
 

From bombs and war I had left my home in search of a safe and better life

But little did I know that on the way I would meet the woman of my dreams

Since all jammed together on a rubber boat and seeing your frightened look

I knew I had to try to keep you safe from harm as we set off across the sea

With your long black windswept hair and eyes flashing like globes of light

It made me forget all about the dangerous crossing we were all then making

No longer did I think of death, but about a chance of our living in paradise

If we could but survive and reach the shore, I knew we would be together

The seas were rough, our journey fraught with danger throughout the night

At times I thought we would not survive the treacherous crossing and drown

But at last we reached the shore, where I held your hand and helped you off

On finding you were all alone with no friends or family to accompany you

I told you not to worry, I would protect and keep you safe from harms way

You nodded and understood I spoke the truth, then took my offered hand

Our journey then was hard to bear with hardship seeming endless everyday

We tramped for many long and weary miles with very little food and water

But no matter which country we passed through, no one wanted us to stay

From sunny days to nights spent huddled together with rain pouring down.

We comforted each other and prayed we would succeed in the end and live

Along with many other immigrants we trudged through fields deep in mud

You became so tired one day, you slipped from my grasp and fell to the ground

As I went to help you stand, the look of despair in your eyes made me feel sad

Once on your feet you cried, shaking in fright with legs aching from the strain

I held you close and told you not to cry, then supporting you, we carried on

After struggling on and coming to a small stream, we stopped to rest and drink

But although cold wet and hungry, we had no other choice but to keep on moving

At times, while passing through villages, a few people handed us food and drink

However, these times were few, with our continually hungry as we journeyed on

After countless long and seeming endless miles, we reached a friendly frontier

As we passed through, I kissed and held you tight, and thought about our future

We were lucky to find friends who managed to find us work and a place to live

Although at first our life was hard, together we did our best to make it a good one

Since then our love has grown ever stronger with smiles replacing looks of terror

Despite it hard to forget how difficult life once was, those days have now all gone

No more do we have to dodge bullets and bombs, for now we’re safe and sound

I bless the time we rode the boat together, for you have made my life complete

Now we are married and it safe to go outside, we feel ourselves living in paradise

Each time we walk along hand in hand, joy is in our hearts with love in our eyes

 

 

 

 

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Valentine’s Day Poem, Poetry by Elizabeth Miller

I used to make valentines for everyone I knew,

clumsily cutting construction paper hearts

I don’t remember exactly when I stopped making them.

Genres: love, nostalgia, relationships, romantic

 

“Valentine’s Day Poem”

by Elizabeth Miller

 

Pale pinks and lavenders

Glitter pens and stumpy Crayola markers

 

I used to make valentines for everyone I knew,

clumsily cutting construction paper hearts

I don’t remember exactly when I stopped making them.

 

You get a clumsily-cut poem instead,

a side effect of growing up

 

I could never cut you a heart from paper

and fill it with gaudy glitter glue

or scallop the edges with specialty scissors

 

I could never because

I can’t bear the thought of anything resembling scissors

nearing anything resembling your heart

 

I could never

 

So I cut you poems instead,

embellished with words instead of sparkles

 

I could write them with Crayola markers

if you’d like

 

 

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BEST MUSE, Poetry by Lilian C Misoy

So many notes written,
About a muse unforgotten ,
Both beautiful and dark,
Most so deep, enough to leave a mark,

Genre: Love

Best Muse

So many notes written,
About a muse unforgotten ,
Both beautiful and dark,
Most so deep, enough to leave a mark,

Yet,
He still writes about her,
His angel ,so close yet so far,
He might at times change his flow,
Finding another beau to adore,

But still she remains,
His favourite tale even in chains,
For she may be locked away,
In his vault all year every day,

But,
In his mind alive she will remain,
A love he might have loved in vain,
And always she’s his main,
Breathing , living ,keeping him sane.

By Lilian C Misoy
254 (Kenya)

 

 

 

 

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My First Love Letter, Poetry by Madathil Rajendran Nair

I don’t know, I can’t tell

But there was she

My classmate

With jasmine teeth

A dance perched on her feet

Bothering my budding masculinity

Genre: Love

My First Love Letter
by Madathil Rajendran Nair

 

It was when I was just in class three

Hovering around the tenth year of age

Something bothered me in the hours wee

A sweetness, an aroma, sweat

Or was it the morning dew on grass

That kept me awake

Rolling on my smelly bed

With a sweetness that blazed my glands

 

I don’t know, I can’t tell

But there was she

My classmate

With jasmine teeth

A dance perched on her feet

Bothering my budding masculinity

 

I knew I wanted her

I couldn’t make out what for

In a frenzy that engulfed me

Like a forest fire then I wrote

On the inside of a discarded cigarette pack

Slit open like a bleeding heart

What I felt, the first love letter

In words that moved like ants

All over me and my heart

 

I handed it to her brother

Two years younger

In secret, behind the school toilet yonder

Hoping it would reach and vanquish her

 

But, there was the maths teacher

Fondling his scorpion tail moustache

Watching the goings-on

Who intercepted the missive

From the hands of the shivering brother

 

I thought I was in for hell

Punishment, beatings, no one can tell

But nothing happened to my surprise

Till at last I noticed

The school headmistress at my fence

In a rare bosom chat with my mom, her friend

 

I was playing behind my house

Rolling stones in the setting sun

Like a forlorn Ulysses adorned in sweat

Yet I knew I was their subject

 

Days passed and Diwali came

The Indian festival of lights

It was time for the early morning bath

Under the glistening stars

My mom poured warm water over me from a tub

And I misbehaved in a gleeful jump

She cautioned and slapped me on my thigh

With a fire unknown in her eyes

“Idiot, have you begun

Writing love letters at this age? ”

 

That was the first and last time

She ever beat me

A lovely mother was she

And, often I wonder what happened

To that passionate missive of mine

 

Perhaps, it was blown over by the winds

Over fences and thorns and profusely bled

And withered in the sun and rain

Decayed down the channels of time

 

And I met her of late one of these days

At a temple festival when I braved

To tell her about my missive missed

That perhaps could have changed our fate

 

She laughed out in a guffaw

An aging grandma of three

And I could see at sixty-eight

Her jasmines were still intact

What more could a lover want

When he has only a toothless smile

In exchange, Oh, why do we age?

 

 

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FACTORY OF DREAMS, Poetry by Katarina Jovcevska

You are my motivation

Simply,crazy inspiration

When I am in love

I hear the music in my heart

Every time.

Genre: Romance, Relationship, Love

 

 FACTORY OF DREAMS
by  Katarina Jovcevska

 

 

You are   my  motivation

Simply,crazy  inspiration

When I am in love

I hear  the music in my  heart

Every time.

 

You  are the reason to write

When  I think of you  day and night

I can do  a miracle

If just  one word

To adore and explore

I feel  that I soar

So highly  above this  horizon

You are so magical

And  Love  is so beautiful.

 

I imagine your  face

I am touching your grace

Let your kiss  comes to my lips immediately

Be my wonderful peace

Through the whole galaxy

Let catch you  my poetry

When your name I  am whispering

Let me be the happiest being

Which you have never seen

In  my factory of dreams.

 

 

 

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Eleree, Poetry by Bill Bobber

She walks through my inner sanctum like a weightless angel, glowing with the greenest of wonder, her gothic branches of mystical innocence are white clouds under my feet, further down the dirt road of lost dreams, I

Genre: Love

Eleree
by Billy Bobber

She walks through my inner sanctum like a weightless angel, glowing with the greenest of wonder, her gothic branches of mystical innocence are white clouds under my feet, further down the dirt road of lost dreams, I see a lighted flower bloom, the dark clouds lift me into your arms of true freedom, A clouded city with flowing sapphire that sparkle the lunar skyscrapers, A sea where I should be, Two ships waving free in the abyss, it can only mean it’s Eleree, My ever changing home of dark clarity, I’m helplessly alive as she breaks my walls with graceful surprise, The only thing that could bring me back to being a grown boy inside, two feathers reunited in melodic connection, this tragedy was the only way, The pinnacle of experience flourishes in going away, here is where we grow love, I see you on a leaf like mine, I jump off without any doubt towards yours, Now we fall together with millions of your peaceful tears of compassion, I never want to leave here, where the sun, earth and moon burn relatable oblivion like embers, I can’t believe I can release someone like you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Novice and the Goddess, Poetry by Erik Thomas

Dream, let your emotions stream…

…Across the seam of a border to a greater being

Brought together by a greater means…

…The proper pronunciation of the letters L-O-V and E

Genre: Fantasy, Love Story

 

The Novice and the Goddess
by Erik Thomas

 

Dream, let your emotions stream…

…Across the seam of a border to a greater being

Brought together by a greater means…

…The proper pronunciation of the letters L-O-V and E

 

Question…

 

When was the last time you met your match…?

Let me explain, this object of sentiment who puts your whole mind intact, a sudden awakening within, you’ve gained a drive to catch, her eye at a moments notice before your opportunity’s left…  out the door without a word, its almost unfair you see… you took a bit too long to

 

Allow me to take you on a voyage, ill explain it vocally… a lesson learned amounts to greater meaning than teaching a soul with you hope you see…?

 

That… if you don’t take me now, ill have a heart attack love

My fatal convulsions worth us not spending time in fact love

That, ive gone past the point of return, no Turning back love

Trapped in the depths of mental consumption without  fates escape route skittle path love

Theres no way to backtrack without your support Mona me

Soon you’ll see, that what we were, aint half as much as what well be…

Ill raise the rivers, move the moons, and fucking separate the sea…

Id ward off all your demons while you rest easy for the rest of eternity…

Ill show you exactly what I’ve become, If you’d come stand here next to me.

I need you love, don’t walk away… open your eyes and soon you’ll see.

 

But then she whispered the truths of her dying affection toward his hoping presence without glee…her piercing words even dropped our hopeless hero to his knees…she said. “My time here is passed, and with your obtained knowledge your undoubtedly soon the be, the most magnificent mind materialized meant for the sake love ever over the course of history.” He replied, fuck your stupid logic, just look at what you’ve done to me! Before he spoke another word, she laughed at his animosity… she said “I’ve given you the best ascension toward romantic divinity…how could you even almost deny the prospects of my wish to set you free…?” He staggered over his sentence, but he managed to get his point out clear and free… you’ve taught me how to ‘think’ and create all the things that I do see… to recognize the bounds of ones desires and how to offer them their dreams… however, the one thing you haven’t instructed was what I take in personally…my own essentials were never met, as well as the necessities… the one thing I’ve ever wanted was to make ‘you’ live so happily… you don’t get it, I wont love again, this marks the end of me, youre all I’ve ever wanted, and you’ll be all I ever need… ill say it once more as your Romeo, Juliet please don’t leave…?

I promise to god, if you walk out that door ill fucking cease to breathe…q;[

 

Her expression was unforeseen, she hadn’t expected this… her perception on what she’d done here…and all for just a kiss? She couldn’t quite see why he cared so much, or what she’d done to deserve this, she couldn’t bare to see him loveless again… but she wouldn’t  suffer through the bliss… before she motioned to speak again, she noticed a wetness on her face… a single tear slid down her warming cheek, then she noticed her mistake… apparently she showed someone who had nothing, the most excellent virtues of what ‘love’ could make… she altered an entire thought process, and then his heart was left to break, she cried the happiest tears she’d ever fathomed as he offered his hand once more to take… Then, the Goddess outreached her arm, with a bit of hesitation, how on heaven or why on earth had she created this revalation, surpassed amongst her own craft… shocked amidst the presence of his creation… a minds time consumption of true creativity is bounds for miraculous manifestation…

 

A sound seconds slower than Sadam’s Saudi Arabian invasion yet light years faster than a single inhalation pace placed to save face in case of cardio pulmonary resuscitation — she went left told him to close his eyes took a breath &blew a wind from her chest blessed with the rest of her best stuff  summoning a gust that mustv done it – err sent our hero to plummet – to death by way of ripping the soul from his chest – he expected none lessz

 

The Novice & The Goddess

 

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BE THREE, Love Poetry by Stephen Karnaghan

Then 3 … like a quilt … joining person to person … family to family … spiritual … emotional attachments … all together …

Part of the 2016 LOVE Poetry Festival.

 

BE THREE
by Stephen Karnaghan

Then 3 … like a quilt … joining person to person … family to family … spiritual … emotional attachments … all together … as the sea takes revenge … and the molten hatred of earth’s heart … why not link to smooth natures wrath … in love with trees … in love with oceans … call out with passion … and what’s more …

but we know … we cannot pretend … it’s either the blanket or … each person with two to make three families responsible for … and why not include a tree … who is that trying to hide … for profit … oh poor fool … oh poor, poor fool .. the face will … and then … side splitting revenge on earth’s crust with … join and reject … join and reject … and politicians smile … as if they understand …

 

 

 

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FOREVER NOT YOURS, Love Poetry by Gloria D. Gonsalves

The mighty pulse dwelled majestically, ready to tango with

every last longing until inhales of flesh befitted desires.

So a creed of passion was written, thou shall devour every moan

until the combe overflows with nectar

Part of the 2016 LOVE Poetry Festival.

 

FOREVER NOT YOURS
by Gloria D. Gonsalves

 

You came and left fast like a thin Santa in a fat chimney

with promised gifts of goodness.

 

I remember your worshiping of my body like sacred petals of

a flower and heralding me your godly foreplay.

 

Your unsaid words showered me with deeds of heavenly award

that made Venus gasp with envy.

 

The kisses that you whispered to me were angelic hymns
of redemption, blooming what had long gone withered.

 

Caressing dormancy to awakenings of red purity and

passionate avalanches. Nothing of me was spared from melting.

 

I was flown into the heart of your eyes mirroring startling thirst

to be taken with the wings of adoration and submission.

 

Exhausted with imperfect melodies, you fine-tuned my hesitations

with forbidden baton of arousal.

 

Unleashing the timid façade, I dared to excel in the challenge

of unrestrained picnic with you.

 

The mighty pulse dwelled majestically, ready to tango with

every last longing until inhales of flesh befitted desires.

 

So a creed of passion was written, thou shall devour every moan

until the combe overflows with nectar.

 

Amidst my party of juicy emotions you were done and gone.

Alas, I was forever not yours!

 

©Gloria D. Gonsalves, 2015.

First published by SIBYL Magazine: For the Spirit and Soul of Woman, February 2015 issue.

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