Love Poems
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There was nothing mathematical about the way that I loved you
There was nothing logical, or choreographed, or otherwise organized.
My love for you is chaos
Was chaos
Chaos with a vengeance
Today the sky is really blueLike how I feelI really feel blueBecause I really miss youI really want to meet you nowBut I can notI really want to see you nowBut I can notOnly I can see your pictureI can only see your face in my mirrorI can only rem
Flowers, chocolate,
Being held,
And cute little stuffed animals.
What a fairy tale lie.
The air isn’t filled with love.
You are where the sea and the sky meet-A line of the horizon that many have tried to reachBut so magnificent, so beautiful, so ever changing,that no one can help themselves There are stories you tell of merfolk and fae, that you know like they are
My mother was a queen.
But my father treated her like a maid.
His morals were sharp like the glass plates that shattered on the ground
He was a patriarch.
My mother was a homemaker,
the privilege of touchinganother person’s bodyconnecting skinto skin thisis the gift of aphroditesubtletya grace in touchingfingertip to palmhead to necklips to hand this poetry of silencebridge between solitudeand something bettermingling of
Maybe we don't have to know;
What's there to come in the future.
And maybe ten years after everything
We'll stumble upon each other again,
laughing about how we broke each other's heart.
Love,
November 24, 1999 was the dayThe message was not their way,
The High School made the callChristine was caught in the menthanol and fires fall,
you said you will never leave my side
you said you will never hurt
you promised to wipe away my tears
August Forster
written:8/19/16
What you don't know
I look at you, but you don’t know that i am.you prabably dont even know that i exist, but
My mother always said that you can judge someone’s life by looking at their hair
If it’s sticky and untamed
They’re dirty
If it’s slicked neatly back
Love is Everything
Love is that one thing that gives you the feels
Love is that one thing that puts you head over heels
There is no other feeling that feels the same
she's pretty, i'll say -
the one who
holds your heart.
ruby locks and porcelain
skin; your bronze to her
pallor holds a beauty even
i admire.
a walking contrast down
the street -
and a love in
which i can love you,
is to always be deined -
for the dandelions
say i cannot wish for
it and the shooting stars
just pass me by.
Hey.
Three letters of a word I cannot, say.
Wish you could say them for the first time, today.
With that smile in your eye.
Hi.
I loved you
I thought you loved me too
You were here and
now your just not
You said we could be friends
We both know it wont work
You said we were cool
The why am I so hurt?
Part 1: The Beginning
I hate when the pen touches the page at first stroke
Feeling like that first stroke of first time lovers
Vulnerably awkward
The important thing about Emmy
was that her hair was made of dripping ink
and smelled like hidden libraries.
Her daily sweaters displayed her mood
as yarnish things tend to do.
When I fell in love with her,
The walls of my retina are painted your image,
Colored magnificently by your beautiful face,
Your dimples, so simple yet eye captivating,
Oh, I wish to kiss those juicy lips till eternity.
My life seems different.
It seems unreal.
Please wake me up
I know it's a dream
Reality is harsh
And ever so unkind
Please don't let go
I howl in my head before I sleep
Howl so loud, afraid it will be heard
Howling alone into the pillow
Scratching imaginary door to be opened
I miss you like a dog
I feel protective over him.
The world is my darkness and he my sun
With him he makes me feel like everything I can overcome
Other than God I can’t think of anybody who I love more
Yes I love him
I heard you got hit by a car;Before I could think about my revengeA tear slipped passed my lips,And I shut them.I heard that you broke both your legsAnd your arm,And that you got engaged.
Her smile is the beauty of nature at its best, when leaves are ripe and the trees are at rest. Grin perl white and shines with glee, like a deep night sky it's a must on what you see. Waves with ponder that's brown
I'm in Bergen County and who do I see?/It's a girl driving past in her Mazda 3/I stop and ask myself: "How can it be?"/"This girl went out of her way for me."/Liana, you know you're my number one/When I'm with you, I'm always having fun/I look an
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Time is going slow.
Tick-tock, tick-tock
I wish time goes faster.
It's only 1:30am
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Tick-tock, tick-tock
A tribute to those who have mastered writing the love poem, sans the cheesiness.
(And a 'you go girl' to those, like myself, who are still working on it.)
Feburary 27, 2012 a Facebook message notification
It read "HBD". She didn't know who it was so she just replied with a thank you and went away.
Little did she know that was her first encounter with her first love.
I don’t know much about youAll I know is that kindness radiates from your heartYour eyes hold secrets I want to unlockBlack eyes of a jaguarFull of ambition, benignYour lips speak tongues
A love I once honed
Is now a memory long forgotten;
With how quick I lost it,
Or even rid of it-
Was it lust instead?
Cradled in my plams
Had been a lingering hope
That the past would reverse
Everyday I see you
and everyday you look at me
Everyday we talk
we argue and laugh together
Everyday i bump you
and everyday you bump me
Yet it feels at though you have never seen me
I never thought that I could feel this way
I never really searched for this feeling
- None worthy to share it with anyway
But I stumbled on it, now I’m tingling
They call it puppy love,
A simple infatuation,
That falling head over heels,
And loss of concentration
Like they never felt it before,
Like they’ve never felt their hearts beating wild like a drum,
The first love poem
Inscribed on a clay tablet
By Sumerians
Does not speak of
Candy hearts or kisses or
Perfumed nothings
That make your heart beat and your
Cheeks flush hotly red.
I like to partake in a small laugh at your name.
Because ironically enough your name sound much like the what birds do.
With wingspans they glide through the air
Weightless
you are just as frustrating as
expired milk when you just brewed tea
driving an hour in the wrong direction
waiting six hours in the doctor's office
(poems go here) Laying on your chest,
Playing in your hair.
With you I am at my best.
But I would never dare speak—I would never dare say,
The three words that keep—Reoccurring in my head.
To see the one I love, happy, means the world to me
Even if that means I've got to set him free
I love him
But he loves someone else
With you is where i desire to be,
day-to-day for eternity
Shielded in whole by your warm embrace,
not anything, nor any person can take your place
This poem for you may seem somewhat cliché
This poem may show I get carried away
But I promise you now, my words are true
This poem is one big “Tyler, I love you!”
When you turned your head, my heart tapped my head.
It said.
RUN.
I don't know where this one is from.
He's gonna render you dumb.
Your lungs will become numb.
Paralyzed in his eyes.
