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Love Poems
Share with me your poetry of love! Sad, happy, profound, silly, ironic or straightforward! Just as long as it potrays your feelings on love ^_^
Love? I stare blankly at the broad smile before me, brown eye's that shine like copper. You twist and turn to a beat that no one else seems to hear, skirt down on your ankles fraying in the wind, and I only watch from the outside. What am I to you? I wonder as I search your smile for the answer. Why do you talk to me? Smile for me? Is it love? No, I say, life is not so fair. But still I smile back. Because I am in love. I'm sure you notice; the falter in my step, the change in my expressions. I am not who I am with you, I am who I've always wanted to be. And yet you are so very much the same. What am I worth to you, why can't I think straight? Why is it that all I hear is sex, sex, sex, yet when I see you all I can think is holding hands? What does that mean? And why, I ask desperately, as the intentions behind those brown eye's that shine like copper fall slowly out of my view. Why is it you? An example by me. ^_^ |
mmhhhh, love poems, there are so many good out there, it's hard to decide which one to choose :confused:
But I think I will go with this one, a well known piece of Yeats: Please enjoy :) W. B. Yeats: He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and sliver light The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread soft because you tread on my dreams. |
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CXXX My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red, than her lips red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go, My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare, As any she belied with false compare. (should you have any problems with interpretation -> Shakespeare's Sonnets. The amazing web site. Commentary. Sonnet 130. ) |
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(should you have any problems with interpretation -> www.ToughluckIguessyoudon'tspeakenglish.com/LOL/tryingtomaketheURLlonger.co.il) |
Love that cannot be.
When I see her I feel like a feather, So light like im walking on air, Falling down from the heavens as if she is an angel. When we talk I cannot help but look into her eyes and See the beauty within and her gorgeous smile, If I was to ask for an angel she would be there, When we walk I cannot help think about what it would Be like to be with her, walking on the beach during a sunset, Staring at the stars during night, but life has its many Problems, love is not always first, People say that love is blind, people say that when you're in it Nothing else matters, what if you're in it and they do not know how You feel what if you're in it and they are with someone else, I want to tell her how I feel, I want to hold her neck and kiss her, But to make life's problems worse and to cause more problems, This love is worth, to lose a friendship, to gain love, to lose a Friendship and gain nothing, i know its not that good but i dont spend long on these i wrote this in a moment with words that just come to mind i did not read over twice |
This popped into my head earlier today, its still a little rough, but I hope you like.
Succession by Odin I think of then, so long ago, When I was young, My passions bold. So it was, you walked those halls, That place of minds,and lessons told A chance encounter, under autumn sun. You smiled to me, and I to you, Hence began, our journey long. We smiled some more, our love grew true. We danced, we laughed, we walked as one. Thus came the point, my friend turned wife. Time would pass, good tidings arrived, You had within, the joy of life. Seasons turned, history passed, The child once born, now a man. A chance encounter, under winter moon. We smiled upon them as love began. So it is, we walk these hills, I hold your hand, and you hold mine. Our love forever, till time grows still. |
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It feels as if the last verse is missing a line...But other than that, it was friggin awesome!!! TT_TT Me is gjealous of your rhyming talent. I cannot rhyme for shit... For you my love, my heart grows still ...um...um...Excuse me while I take my pill <--- Me, attempting rhyming poetry |
I woke up this morning and tweaked it some. Let me know what you think. :rolleyes:
Succession by Odin So it was, you walked those halls, in that place of minds, and lessons told. I think of then, so long ago, when I was young, my passions bold. A chance encounter, under autumn sun. You smiled at me, and I at you, Hence began, our journey long. I held your hand, as love grew true. We laughed, we danced, we walked as one. Then came the day, my friend turned wife. Seasons passed, and tidings showed forth. You held within, the joy of life. A chance encounter, under winter moon. She held his hand, and he held hers. The child once born, now a man. We smiled at them, as new love stirs. So it is, we walk this life, in this world of wonder, and joy fulfilled. I think of now, how short the time, Our love forever, till stars grow still. |
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