Love Poems

  • A Blue Valentine by Joyce Kilmer
  • A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
  • A Poet To His Beloved by William Butler Yeats
  • Always for the first time by Andre Breton
  • Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe
  • Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her by Christopher Brennan
  • Bride Song by Christina Rossetti
  • Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast as Thou Art by John Keats
  • Eros by Ralph Waldo Emerson
  • For beauty being the best of all we know by Robert Bridges
  • Helas by Oscar Wilde
  • Hermaphroditus by Algernon Charles Swinburne
  • I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale
  • I am shut out of mine own heart by Christopher Brennan
  • I am Trying to Break Your Heart by Kevin Young
  • I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You by Pablo Neruda
  • I have loved flowers that fade by Robert Bridges
  • I held a Jewel in my fingers by Emily Dickinson
  • I Love You by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
  • I Love You by Sara Teasdale
  • I love you with my every Breath by Joseph Plunkett
  • I Loved You First: but afterwards your love by Christina Rossetti
  • I loved you… by Alexander Pushkin
  • I want to go with the one I love… by Bertolt Brecht
  • In Love with You by Kenneth Koch
  • Longing by Matthew Arnold
  • Love After Love by Derek Walcott
  • Love and a Question by Robert Frost
  • Love and Friendship by Emily Bronte
  • Love Arm’d by Aphra Behn
  • Love Has Crept into Her Sealed Heart by D. H. Lawrence
  • Love In A Life by Robert Browning
  • Love Is Enough by William Morris
  • Love Song for Alex by Margaret Walker
  • Love’s Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley
  • Love’s Trinity by Alfred Austin
  • My Love Is Like to Ice by Edmund Spenser
  • My Love Reveals Objects by Isabel Fraire
  • My True Love Has My Heart by Philip Sidney
  • One Day I Wrote Her Name by Edmund Spenser
  • Poem for My Love by June Jordan
  • Sonnet 13 – And wilt thou have me fashion into speech by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  • Sonnets 04: Only Until This Cigarette Is Ended by Edna St. Vincent Millay
  • Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
  • The Definition Of Love by Andrew Marvell
  • The Morse Code of the Heart by Diane Ackerman
  • The Owl and the Pussy Cat by Edward Lear
  • The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe
  • The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
  • Those lips that Love’s own hand did make by William Shakespeare
  • To You by Kenneth Koch
  • Togetherness by Yusef Komunyakaa
  • Touched by An Angel by Maya Angelou
  • We Are Made One with What We Touch and See by Oscar Wilde
  • What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why (Sonnet XLIII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay
  • Why do I love You, Sir? by Emily Dickinson
  • Wonder by Ibn Arabi

Whenever, poem by MwsR

Help to make my reminiscing all mine

It calms my soul for just a while in time

It displays out in my actions and on my face

Oh, how to make it out of this place!

Neither space nor time can give comfort to this heart of mine.

I have been prisoner here, for a very long time.

I have wrestled things I never thought I would

I guess often than not I really did not handle it the way I should.

But whenever a person deals with their pain

Things of this nature often remain

They will hold on and squeeze whenever they choose

Often, when that happens, they are in it for you to lose.

So, come along, take the ride

That others often find themselves beholding to

You will experience things that make you blue

Seizing what you can with the little you have

Making memories that are built to last.

Memories that comfort not repulse us.

Stuff like this can never be made up.

It is real and so invading

Clouding forever our state of peace

Whenever it comes, that is when we stop and release.

MwsR ❤

Poem

LOVE, Life,YOU

by MwsR ❤

Like wisps of perfumed air that encircles my head

Your love brings a newness and freshness to my life

You are both my sanity and my fascination

Life revolves with you in it

Without you in it, it comes to a screeching holt

As spring gets here, it reminds me of you

Something is always new for me to look at.

Your ways, your conversations, your love

It all comes without any stipulations,

But with a permanent guarantee

This beautiful life with you, loving me.

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I cannot remember the day I first found you.

I recollect the day with such sadness, but gratefulness

It was when I was told I was adopted.

Life on that day was strange

I remembering feeling like a piece of me was incomplete

Like I was no longer wanted , yet I was.

A whole bunch of feelings and that is when I found you.

I was changed that day.

hanged into someone who would go to wonder on in life

Like a wild animal.

I would not be satisfied till all my questions were answered.

Instead of feeling normal, I now felt like I stuck out.

I learnt what disappointment and rejection was all about.

I talked to you in my own special way

Hope you would save yourself from all this that would come your way

I did not know if I could handle you and my ownself

Hopeless at times I was, but feeling your presence

That brought me some sense of peace.

I knew we were together in this forever

Till death and whatever else there would be.

You have always supported my actions,

Remembered all my dreams

Helped me to be transparent at times

And strong when I needed a boost.

Thank you Heart, even if the feelings were not always the best

You are with me forever, until my final rest.

MwsR ❤

Just, If

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Just in case you have not noticed

Just in case you paid no mind

I was wondering if it is too much of a waste of time.

I woke this morning, with our “lack” of a relationship, in my thoughts.

They encircled my dreams and turned me into a sad person.

The thought of you and I, brings nothing but doubt and suspicion

I think it to be a real act of fruition

Seems you are trying to ruin my day or something else

In all you lack to do or say.

I feel that you are in a race with your ownself

Seeing and compromising things in order to have full reigns

If this is a friendship, then I do not want it any more

I wish you had stayed on your side of life’s door

I get my hopes up and then they are crushed

You play the part of the underdog so well.

Have others thinking you are just swell.

I am the one who sees the other side of your self induced hell.

I see how you want to fit in, how you will not give an inch,though

To make the effort for a friendship, you say you want so.

I am the one who on numerous occasions asked and planned for a nice time out

With you, but you never have ever came through.

I now keep this doubt in the back of my head,

Often wondering if you are a person I should dread.

Just, if in case you have an incline of care

I really tried this whole time to be fair.

Just, if you turn to look behind yourself

You might find someone like me that tried to see you for you

Someone who really did not focus on your bad efforts and empty promises

Just, if you could  have separated your good and bad and shown more of the good

People would willingly be there,for you, if they could.



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Poem, MwsR

When I’m done, I’m done, by MwsR
When I’m done, I’m done

There is no happiness, no fun.

Won’t let it make me sad

Just know without you wont be so bad.

It’s horrible though

If you ignore what is inside, you know.

When glad times fade away

When there is nothing left to say.

The same hello and goodbyes mean nothing anymore

The anticipation now has turned to a bore.

You can and should still carry on, go ahead

You deserve to continue, flourish, and be anything but “dead”.

If there ain’t no more room in there or with them,

Pick up yourself and walk away, start again.

Who needs complicated, dilapidated, and aggravated?

Not me, not you , not ever.

Blue, Did Not Recognize Her

There was this one day …

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The time line for this story was the teenage years of Blue, she was around 15 and still unaware of most things in her life around then. Un-expectantly, she had a visit from someone she did not recognize.

Story

Blue was alone this particular day, as she was most days while school was out and her parents had to work. Her brother was visiting a friend. She had the whole house to herself.  Times like this was very nice for her. She could walk around the house freely and enjoy playing her music as loud as she wished. Music had been her constant companion since she first discovered it. There was several different genres that she enjoyed. Frankly, almost anything out on the radio was her favorite. She knew the words to almost everything and had no qualms about singing them out loud.

Today Blue was going to organize the bathroom closet. Why? Because she wanted to , and especially since she was not made to. She enjoyed pretending that her parents house was hers and that she was in charge. Part of that imagination led her to change things up a bit. She loved changing the layout of things, because she got bored real easy. She was constantly trying to win her mother’s approval to and since organizing the bathroom closet was something she enjoyed, she was also hoping for “brownie points” from her mother, in doing it.

She turned up her music so loud she guessed the neighbors could hear it. She really did not care, music was on, the sun was shinning and she was going to play around with organizing a bathroom closet that was in diar need of being done. She went to the front door, made sure it was locked, checked the back door to, she did not want anyone coming in on her while she was at the back of the house. So, she set forth to organize that bathroom closet.

She proceeded to take out things one by one until all the shelfs in the closet were empty. Next she went into work mode by folding and sorting the towels and the wash cloths that lay in the floor. She thought she would sort them by their colors and switch things up a bit by placing a wash  cloth and a towel of likeness together. She proceeded to fold the wash cloth up in the towel and set them on the shelfs, one by one. She just knew that her mother was going to love this. No more searching for a washcloth to match a towel. She thought it was rather “genius” of herself.

This went on for the next hour and when the bathroom closet was finished, she took a long look at it and was very pleased. She also could not wait till her mother saw how nice and convenient things were now in that closet. Sometimes, while she was doing little things like this she felt proud of herself and felt that she was going to make herself invaluable to her parents.

She really did not know that she should have been valuable even if she never helped out around the  house. All kids should be valuable to their parents regardless of what they do or what they don’t do.

The next thing she decided to do was to get her some soup to eat because she was getting hungry. Tomato soup was her go to soup and her favorite to eat. Especially when she ate it with saltines crackers. She knew her mother would not like it anyway, if she ate something else. She turned off her music and turned on her tv. There was a show called, Bonanza”, and it was one of her favorites. Back in those days, there was not much to watch on tv and you had a pick of about three channels to watch. Kids watched cartoons on weekends and sometimes afternoons after school. No much variety but the shows had a lot more depth then. Morals were shown on almost every channel and there wasn’t any real bad to watch programs. Blue loved being able to watch movies. Her mother watched soap operas and she liked them to, but movies were her favorite.

As she was heating her soup up in a pot he heard what sounded to be a knock on the front door. She was thinking to herself that her mind was playing tricks on her. Then suddenly as if a second later, there came another knock. She went to the front windows and peered through the curtains. A car she did not recognize was out in the driveway. There was a person whom she could not really get a good look at, standing outside the front door. Blue knew her mother forbade her to open the door for anyone while her parents were not there. She also knew that she would be in big trouble if she did. Her curiosity was getting thee best of her She figured she would call her mother at her work and get further instruction on what to do. She headed to the phone when she heard the person outside say, “I am your aunt”, and she was in shock. Blue was thinking to herself on who this really was, while dialing her mother’s work number. Her mother got on the ohone and she told her that a lady who said she was her aunt was standing out front of her house. Her mother told her to go ahead and open the door and that her aunt Jean was there, she was guessing.

Blue hung up from talking to her mother, and went to the front door to open it. There in front of her stood a woman. The woman was a little taller than her, with greyish black hair. This woman was very thin, looked to be about 80 pounds. She was dressed in a fake fur coat. Immediately this woman, Blue’s aunt, gave her a big hug and said, “You must be Blue?” Blue said, “yes and who are you?” The woman replied she was her mother’s sister from Washington. Blue invited her in and told her that Blue’s mother was coming home and would arrive shortly.  As she sat there she found herself staring at the woman she barely recognized. It was an awkward quietness. Blue did not know how to strike a conversation with her.

The awkward silence could have been cut by a knife it was so thick. Blue offered her aunt a drink or something and that started a conversation. Blue’s aunt asked her if she knew who she was at first. Blue said she did not recognize her at all. Then her aunt proceeded to tell Blue that she had leukemia and had lost so much weight. She said she was wanting to come and visit her sister and her family before she could no longer travel. She also said she was very sick, She informed Blue that she was 74 pounds, and that she was probably dying. Wow, that was a lot for Blue to take in at once. Blue was very sad for her aunt and could not wrap her head around this thing called Leukemia. She did not know exactly what that was.

It was hard looking at the face of someone who was potentially dying. Someone who was her aunt and she never even knew her. She was puzzled as to why she did not know all this already, and why she had not grown to know her. This was a lot to take in and Blue had so many questions she wanted to ask, but she knew she better not. Her mother made it very clear on the phone to say very little to her aunt and to mind her own business. Then Blue saw her mother coming in the door and Blue figured she would learn more about her aunt.  Blue was wrong though, as soon as her mother got there she sent Blue to her room, and whatever was spoken in the living room, Blue could not ease drop on because it was like they were whispering. This was puzzling.

It was not very long after being sent to her room, that Blue heard the car start-up and then saw her aunt leaving.  It was not very long, especially for someone who came from Washington state to visit. What really hurt was that her aunt was dying and she never even knew her or got to say goodbye. Blue knew that something was not right with the whole thing. It was not normal to have family come visit and them not be offered a place to stay or some time spent with the family they came to see. What in the world?

Some things like that day, stayed forever in Blue’s mind. She did not understand those types of situations. They happened more often than not.

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Poem, MwsR

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Torment In My Brain.  By MwsR
To many times I have let chaos be my norm

Many dreams turned into nightmares and kept me torn.

Peace was hard to have , to expect, or even see.

Why couldn’t I get some for little Ole me?

Moments spent pondering and rehashing old dreams,

Felt like I was coming apart at the seams.

Turning and tossing at night just to rest my weary brain,

Often times that had left me in so much pain.

It’s almost as if I’d let it all point at me like a gun in my own hand,

Aiming for my own heart was almost more than I could stand.

Will it ever end?

The silent miserable attack,

Or will it keep coming for me and pushing me on my back?

Maybe it’s like a curse, the one that holds true,

I guess you’re thinking, better me than you.