Love poetry
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I could never write love poems til I met you.
Could never describe how it felt to love
To love as deeply as I do
As I have
I could never write love poems without them becoming tear drops on the paper
gay before they made it
calm before it quaked
so there i like to save em
call me luv, call me anything.,
today, on this super full moon
i am fire.,
i claim boldly my request desire:
The worst thing happened today
The flowers died and the sky turned gray
All the sounds of Earth were silent
Except for the storm that turned it violent
I never thought I'd see it die
sometimes i write Letters
Letters that will never be given
Letters that will never truly live
Letters that will be hidden
or perhaps just thrown away
Letters that will be read by no person but me
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,
I could say I don't know much about you. I don't know what your favorite color is or how you spent your childhood or about your best friends.
We sit on the wave-licked shore, gazing at the blue
until we don't know which is sea and which is sky.
We know such closeness, the slow disappearing
Some say love's like fireworks Others say love is blind But I say love comes softly And it's all knowing in its kind
The thoughts in my head
Become poems to be read
That can soothe a troubled mind.
Awesome.
My eyes, fixed on the star-riddled
Galaxies of night
That I might wonder and
Do not love a man who drinks as if he is invincible (but complains about the hangover);
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 was told a lot about lust
That I’d taste my lover on my lips
As I lay there in my lonely bed at night
I said I’d wipe the flavor from my mouth
Love is bitter, dry, and trite
Between time and space
by Ima Rios
Twentyfour:
the perfect number
the essence of my life
and my life... is you.
My mind is in blank so I cannot write
by Ima Ríos
I really want to let you know
that I don't know how to say this
I dream of my darling's eyes.
Surging explosions of silky brown
leaves from the finest tree.
Nature is captured within the confines
of her precious eyes.
Sweet songs bloom through the mixture
You say I'm sweetBut you're sweeterSweeter than my favorite teaYou belong with meCan't you seeIts as plain as can beWe're simply meant to beYou and meTogether foreverBe with me
When the lights are turned Offthe night sky will dimand fade into black,with no points to pin,all of eternity will haveno fire within.The centuries reborn will extinguish in time,for my love has gonea loss,for all things sublime.and yet my love sh
I write because I'm in love.
I am in love.
I repeat it to myself daily,
An ecstasy of Romantic caliber,
A revelry of Classical Dionysian cultics.
You're in the sunlight and it burns. It burns and
you wish you had some other way to
deal with it and you look out across the beach. It's
a nice beach, but the sunlight burns and you're
