Love Poems
On The Death Of The Beloved
by John O'Donohue
Though we need to weep your loss,
You dwell in that safe place in our hearts,
Where no storm or night or pain can reach you.
Your love was like the dawn
Brightening over our lives
Awakening beneath the dark
A further adventure of colour.
The sound of your voice
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Waterfall
by Lauris Dorothy Edmond
I do not ask for youth, nor for delay
in the rising of time's irreversible river
that takes the jewelled arc of the waterfall
in which I glimpse, minute by glinting minute,
all that I have and all I am always losing
as sunlight lights each drop fast, fast falling.
I do not dream that you, young again,
might come to me darkly in love's green darkness
where the dust of the bracken spices the air
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Night sky
by J L
It has been said that we are just the universe experiencing itself.
If this is true, then to gaze at the night sky is to look back at our own past.
Strewn outward from the infinite cauldrons we call stars, this spectacle of light and vibration has spent eons in transit to get to us.
During this journey, all that we have ever known on earth has come and gone. Every pain ever felt. Every single human breath. Every word ever spoken. Every beginning and every end.
Like a child in the arms of our mother, we gaze upon from which we came.
Belize
by Vilma Young
I love your green hill sand sunny vales,
your flowering trees and sunny dales.
When wondering through a starry night the
firefly shines its dazzling light.
What mystery your cayes unfold
so many legends never stood,
of the baymen who bled and died
on sands of cayes for their pride.
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American Primitive
by William Jay Smith
Look at him there in his stovepipe hat,
His high-top shoes, and his handsome collar;
Only my Daddy could look like that,
And I love my Daddy like he loves his Dollar.
The screen door bangs, and it sounds so funny--
There he is in a shower of gold;
His pockets are stuffed with folding money,
His lips are blue, and his hands feel cold.
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Heat
by Cameron Kemp
I know how fire feels
I can remember when I see my burns
I know the pain
From searing my skin one too many times
Melting flesh
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Poetry
by Cameron Kemp
It is poetry
This thing between us
I am paper
And you are ink
-So write me
I love you
by Cameron Kemp
Three words live on my tongue
They roll around
Tasting like sugar
Like honey
Every once in a while
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What is your love?
by Cameron Kemp
Love is quiet
Love whispers
I am proud of you
You worked so hard
-What is your love?
Florence
by Cameron Kemp
This city reminds me of you
The cobblestone streets make it so easy to fall
-But I won't watch my step
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Edna St. Vincent Millay (32 poems about Love)
22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States -
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Slava P, aka Maximus Decimus Meridius (14 poems about Love)
October 31st, 1970 - Kyiv, Ukraine and since 1992 - New Jersey, USA