Love Poems (7,090)

Drinking Saturday night - Arncliffe* Hotel
The usual crowd set out to drink their fill,
I was amongst them doing this as well
(Like so many pigs at their yeasty swill).
Though drinking is its special brand of hell
It's something that I will do sometimes still.
I was alone indulging in my sin
When suddenly (it seemed) that love walked in.

Insensible of this I saw her not
In my own little world so unaware.
Alone with my thoughts in polyglot
Just drinking at my table sitting there.
Poets - sometimes - they talk a lot of rot
And go some places that you wouldn't dare.
I was twenty five, and this was long ago -
Memories are cold now - like a drift of snow.

An innocent request - a game of pool
(She didn't need to ask me twice) I said:
"Of course my dear Sydney one shot rules"
(She had designs on taking me to bed).
I could see it in her eyes - like sparkling jewels -
And sense it on her pouting lips of red.
Although neither of us was very chaste
Sometimes its nice to be the one whose chased.

One thing lead to another (so you see)
"Your mine tonight" (she told me more than once).
Events I now recall in poetry:
(In these kind of situations one must pounce
Or miss forever opportunity).
I slowed my drinking of the fluid ounce
(To let her catch up now in her imbibing) -
And marveled at my luck; - it was surprising.

Before I go on now I best describe
This damsel of the night from long ago.
The compass of her beauty circumscribed
In this my muse (good reader) for you now.
Her hair was dark brunette, her hips were wide
An hourglass figure, and fuzzy down below.
Her skin was white - like the stone alabaster -
When I asked her name - she told me - it was Lisa.

Why hang around in pubs with such strange girls?
We didn't stay there long (needless to say).
And like a love match was this game of pool
To serve a purpose - this was our foreplay.
Her hair was long in ringlets and in curls -
(We felt the spark that night - our chemistry).
And luckily (for me) she lived not far -
Who says you can't find beauty in a bar?




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Many waters can't drown this love I been trying to contain.
Though the more abundantly this kind of love is offered,the less I be loved or treated the same.
I can't be a play-actor or pretender,a church wage-worker,though afflicted with all this affection.
Enemy mind-sets keep showing resistance & hate,I'm still a winner,because I have The All-seeing ONE's attention!
I keep setting my love-charity upon The HIGHEST ALLMIGHTY.The Song of loves,Song of songs will ever love & bless me.
Beyond all human knowledge or reason in humanity,like HIS Church,I must build myself up in love sincerely,constantly.
His lovingkindness drew me & for my 64 years this love is certainty for sure.
I call on The Holy Ghost acknowledging my faith in the name of Y'Shua JESUS & at the same time HIS perfect LOVE is ever my cure!

Coming and going like the wind is blowing.
The hope of feelings greater keep me glowing.
The chance to be the man of your dreams keeps me growing.
It is not easy putting yourself out there having heart break, pain, and misfortunes alike but to find you I must keep going.
Dreams of holding you kissing you in all the right places.
Brings me out of the deepest of the darkest trenches a man faces.
Fear not, Come walk with me, talk with me.
Lets search the depths of each others souls.
Without taking a chance one will never know.
When I reach my final hour I want to know I did not hold back I put myself out there.
I will know I did everything in my power.
If I let the power of the feeling of fear win
I never give a Woman a way in.

Knowing in these intense perilous times that the love of most has grown icey cold,because
of the great falling away from The Faith.
Only there are those of us who are not of the worldly times & are hooked up with the Anchor of our soul & from loving The Truth we can't turn away!
Truly it's clear who is hot & who is cold in LOVE with The ALLMIGHTY.
The uncovering is happening,we been chasten first & we fight to preserve our HUMANITY.
As a "prisoner of Hope",this is a prayer-post-poem,FATHER GOD,please give relief!
This is not The Life that was meant,for You so loved You gave us better by blessed belief.
All that seems to be left is lust of the eyes,lust of the flesh,the pride of living with more stuff.
All things are possible & YOU can create the perfect one who can love me & I can TOUCH!

candle in the water,like shadows on her skin
the words between us,shaping warm clay
a tiny paradise
in the dreams of love

shorn of hearts or tears to say,the fleece of love and golden day
structuring thought in knots we say,went laughing as she danced away
along a river to the soul,these thousand branches,the mosaics whole
with a basket full of dreams,writ in reams and reams
so many tiles of whiles to clever for their guile's with smiles
she smiles
in the green dawn,when the vail has fallen and the birds begin to pull the chariot of the sun

So far and stop that's the way it is you see
Words are all I got so far and stop
That's why I'm so melancholy

So far and stop I can't reach out and touch
I can't explain the way I feel
A poem just won't let me be real

So far and stop makes it sound like a telegram
I never could say a lot
And it's not personal if I call you ma'am

So far and stop I'll be on my way
Hope you don't remember so far and stop
For that will always be yesterday

season of her name was love
rich in green and redden gold of Autumn
with butterfly's arriving
to sing their praise of the falling leaves

A delicate balance held under
one cool breeze warmed by the sun

Frailty in love fragrantly echoes
deeply carried on birds song

Peace and serenity holds the air
on a vapor trailing thought

Looking around at heather blossoms
withering caught in a web

Silent blowing warm brushing whispers
rustling through the trees golden

Baby blue dressed with mother of pearl
clouds scatter the sky sparsely

Star of the sea beautiful vessel
sails upon salted remains

Your music plays the sweetest strings tug
swims to the heart in each beat

she had changeling eyes,older and greener than the forest
whispering twilight kisses,to my one pointed ear
with lips soft and red as the soul of roses
but the fey blood had grown thin,choked on steel and iron and the filth which money buys