Poems About Love
I write from my feelings, deep within;
intending your sorrows to share;
sometimes, I don’t know where to begin;
wanting to show others, I care.
Strangly enough, such feelings return;
emotions travel in a circular fashion;
from such energies, I’m able to learn;
the Love of God’s
A beautiful red bird entered my world;
a flower of a rose wearing wings;
into the world this Cardinal was hurled;
strutting with the trappings of kings.
Why he had come; no one knows;
he had simply come from nowhere;
and Perfection in red took his pose;
and all were
I traveled alone down the country road,
where I’d been, so many times before.
This time I carried an emotional load;
for I had lost the one I adore.
She had passed away some time ago;
her body had turned into dust.
Before the summer; and after the snow;
What is so special about a little child;
a seed, that’s become a sprout;
not meant to remain a flower so wild;
inner wisdom will soon win out.
Overcoming a period of gestation;
a baby, has now left the womb;
ordained for a life of frustration;
then, destined for
I am a part of the river of life;
carving destiny out of rock;
sorrows destined to be a wife;
my waters approaching a dock.
Success was not meant as a goal;
it was only a part of the path;
failure has really an equal role;
love overcoming our wrath.
There is a pain, only God can heal;
emotionally kicked in the shin;
so deep within; that I cannot reveal;
I don’t even know where to begin.
A mind is drawn in search of recovery;
but, recovery cannot be found;
gouged by the injury of discovery;
and peace can
I lapsed into sleep; though still awake;
and reality’s being, hastily flashed on;
totally confused by reality’s mistake;
it seemed I had entered a new dawn.
I found myself in another place;
not quite realizing where I was;
somewhere, within thought’s space;
I had become there, just
There was something magical about your face;
something I could never explain;
the warmth of your lips that I sought to embrace;
and nothing of the past could remain.
It wasn’t about your shape or appearance;
for, sheer energy had taken control;
and logic was unable to add interference;
