Category: Poetry

Poems of love!

Motivation’s Sway; Trying!

Tell me, does my heart please you, does my soul speak love’s truth? With all my heart, I’m trying; but a thousand words, fail to tell the tale. Love has a story, but moreover, who gets the glory. With everything within me, myself, yeah I, do; do love you. I am, truly trying, to see you through the lens of my own tainted heart. But yet, I surely bet, over the years, my soul, you must have needed to vet. Do I, oh, does my; love make you feel deeply loved, graceful like a dove? What am I trying to say, the struggle is real, trying to not let life, get between your heart and mine. But nevertheless, I’m trying, keeping focus on planting seeds of love, and not allow its bloom be eaten by life’s indifferent locust. My heart beats, not trying to race, but my soul make haste, my love keep pace. I’m trying, never keep your heart waiting, give love without delay. Why, should my heart ever be presumptuous, think I could ever keep your heart waiting; just because your love, made my own heart skip a beat? Lay your love gently on my heart, listen to my soul; my motivation’s sway. Sincerely you will find, my every heartbeat’s trying, but your deep love so, overwhelms my heart and soul!

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Playful Words; Old Sole!

My shoes, indicative of an old sole; years are irrelevant, tears inevitable. Fear, plays no role in determining, my sole’s worth. This old soul of mine, stitched, enriched. Etched deep within my being; I am, an old soul. Wise beyond years, because, deeply love peers. Helping my soul, withstand cascading tears. At the crux, of life’s systematic flux, love’s enduring nexus. On the other foot, with situation reversed; will always put best foot forward, to walk a mile. Within depth of my sole, weariness takes its toll. Some days, I slip into the day with ease, but mostly, I lace up my heart, tangibly gird my soul. So juxtapose, when life’s briskness sways, brushing up against my sole. My heart, won’t be at risk tripping, over a wayward ego. Days, when the sun doesn’t shine, love’s endearing reign seeps, causing my whether proofed soul, become drenched… deeply. Every day, the never ending quest, not to beat my chest, but pass love’s endless test. My sole’s conquest, my heart knowing; distance overcomes the miles. Love isn’t a contest, but heartfelt moments, swayed by its soulful context. In living, we ponder bodies getting buffed, not realizing, our souls are getting scuffed. Acting tuff, until someone calls our bluff; our facade wearing it well, but our posture has its tell. To those whom we love, we must be willing to bare our soul, show our vulnerability. Soles of our feet, taking the first step, towards healing, enlightenment. Oh, my soul, reminiscing the days of old, of a sole so bold; rejecting capitulation, longevity’s toil. New horizons, life’s traversing of an old sole, one’s heart journeying to deep places. Revealing the fabric of your soul’s innermost; wherewith, love’s instrumental means are found. With every step taken, unearthing its enableable breadth, love’s sublime meaning!

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Rhythm of the Light!

The light, the rhythm, the rhyme, cascading sands of time. Beneath electric stars, heavens gaze, divine hue dancing through and true. Every heartbeat, swaying to the rhythm of love’s breathtaking light; knowing, love deeply sways, hum-drum’s rhythmic blues, giving way to love’s symphonic cues. So, moments the soul can’t shake, what rattles, won’t roll off one’s heart; all its symbolic rhythm not seeming fake. In heartache’s wake, breath takes, serenity makes; sorrow’s light quakes. Rhythm of love doesn’t hum and haw, gracefully its light dawns. Some hearts sway right, some sway wrong; tethered to love, everything it touch is a song. Question is, hashtags, hash marks; lines crossed; will you its will, be its light? A change of heart, change of mind, souls swayed by the rhythm of the changing times. Rhythm of seasons, rhyme of reasons, texturized by the light of love’s ornate creason. And if,  friends, your rhythm stumbles, it’s another moment to be humble. Put your best foot forward, to let the rhythm love’s light prove, it will never succumb. The heart’s simplistic percussion, of the soul’s holistic concession. The rhythm of love’s light, its enlightened breadth the sway, illuminating our innermost!

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Perpetual Bloom!

Of a perpetual bride, her heart cannot hide, her soul, drowning within love’s crimson tide. Her soul swept away, perpetually blushing, love knows her name. For no reason, her heart moved to tears, reminiscing the years, endearing love soothing her fears. Her mind never pondering, heart never wondering He loves me, he loves me not; does he truly love me? Oh, her love, isn’t tied up in knots. His love, not words, deeply says all her heart needs to know; I love you, dearly. Therefore, why would she ever bridle her tears? When, never-ending, they never need a reason; to winter, spring, summer, Fall. Her perpetual bloom, knows love doesn’t need April showers; to behold love blossoming beautifully. Love’s ageless stream, cascading through her; a deep river woman, is she. Her heart, beaming breathlessly. Her soul, reinvigorated inhaling its scent, love’s perpetual loom. Telling her softly, provoking her to once again; unbridled her heart and soul, jump the broom. Be one, with a heart well groomed, who forever makes room, never allowing love to assume. And even though, a heart’s posture will shift its position. Deep down, devoted love the never-changing decision; fertile love, needs room to bloom. Knowing, perpetual battles, just perennial cycles, which needs love’s perpetual breadth. To make every deep chasm moment, be what true love only fathom. Tethered hearts, still falling into love’s wedded bliss. Its glory, its story, its timeless muse; of love’s perpetual bloom!

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Let Me In!

Dear heart, let me in, to stand with you, stand up for your worth. Like a flower, will sway you gently, capture your heart breathless. My presence is, but my essence what springs up, to let your soul perceive, the texture of my fragrance. Won’t, you receive it, concede there’s endless nuances, within the breadth of my endearing hue. Dearest soul, won’t you allow me, to make your heart whole. Let the depth of my light, illuminate your innermost, reveal that I am, etched deep in the pages of your existence. Let me be, the enlightenment to your soul’s constellation; reaching deep into every heartfelt contemplation. In me, in thee, freedom. No pretense, why pretend; I am, a friend. Deep in the trenches, your needs I attend. I will, unshackle your soul, be free indeed. Even, if you don’t choose to acknowledge it, I will profoundly be. Your tenderness, your intimacy, your devotion, your passion, your desire, your yearning, your warmth, your affection, your compassion, your friendship, your kindness, your sympathy; the deepest part of your being. For, I Am… Love, let me in, to be!

“Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.” Let Me in! Revelation‬ ‭3‬:‭20‬ ‭NIV‬‬

*** This post, inspired by another’s heart, “the lounge chair podcast, Ep 152!” ***

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A Mother’s Love, Gives Faith to Believe!

Mommy, to my little heart, your love feels so divine, in my soul so sublime. Softly, tenderly, your love beats my little drum, like a lullaby your heart hums. When my love grows nice and strong, because of you, it will be my heart’s song. You give me the faith to believe, I crawl to know someday; on your love I can stand. And when, my faith questions if I can, your love reassures me. It will always be there, to lend a hand. Your love seeps, it keeps, worry free my worth sleeps. Mama, thank you, for letting my soul feel consoled; curled up within your love. Lying on its strength, hearing a heartbeat’s ballad, love beating through your big beautiful soul. Through, the lens of a baby’s heart, your love is my world, regardless of what my needs may hurl. Mom, you are my protector, my love whisperer, indeed. Just know, when my little heart’s grown, and seeming light years away. Deep inside my soul I know, if my heart feels broken. Your arms are always open, for my soul to run into. Your heartstrings, forever holding on to me. Please know, even when, my love goes through a faze, it’s just a haze; hurting you, in heartfelt ways. Your faithful love, it keeps my faith intact; to profoundly believe, in love’s maternal gaze. You see me, you get me; my every goo, speaks to you. Mummy, whenever, tears blurred my vision, fear make some decisions, your love was never missing. Even when, I choose not to listen; within life’s hush, your voice rings through, your loving still whispers. Mother, may I, take your love to have and to hold; wedded forever my heart and soul. It’s the dearest, your heart the fairest. It gives me faith to believe, give me the resolve to trust; within your love I’ve found rest. Even if, hopes and dreams are fading, your heart is ever shining, in a love worth finding. Teach my heart, preach to my worth, breach the depth of my soul, until your love reaches the place only it alone can fathom. You give life, you are love. It makes my soul so Happy, to know every day; my heart you will be. It’s so sweet, to trust your heart; feel the breadth of your love, resting deeply upon my soul!

*** Happy Mother’s Day, to all the wonderful mothers! May your heart be forever known, for all the love shown! ***

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Wednesday Proverb; How, Why; Grace!

How fortunate, be a soul so moved, by love’s favorable daze. A heart in a place, its breadth swayed, your soul amazed in such a way. Where you see How, subtly love captures one’s gaze, and understanding Why, it breaks through the haze. How, in its magnificent way, it cradles the heart, and Why; new life is breathed into a soul, just going through the motions, of a daunting faze. A heart and soul elated, knowing love’s magnificence doesn’t rely on a soul’s maturity; to propel a heart into its destiny, with confidence. What’s only perceived, with a fundamental shift to the perspective of one’s How; becoming a precipitous encounter, with Why? How, the perception of one’s soul is changed, knowing; the grace in one’s life, positions one’s heart to do something amazing, within someone else’s life. Both hearts, left in awe, not wondering the How, but Why; does Grace, love so deeply?

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Heart, like a Flower!

Its beauty, blossoms deeply, flows profoundly. The depth, that of its crimson hue, the soul deepened, by the essence of its intrinsic glow. Its gentleness, moves you breathlessly, sways you deeply, the felt breadth of its scented aura. Every heartfelt expression, beautifully enhancing the soul’s quintessence, like that of its deep colorful ways. One’s heart like petaled tulips, frolicking through life’s meadows, raptured of its sheer persuasion, love’s breathtaking wind. Your soul feeling helpless, as a kitten up a tree. Heart clinging to clouds, but the uncontrolled soul laughs out loud; hidden feelings, of misty eye’s gentle reign. Graceful raindrops, welled up tears like sweet gumdrops, spilling of the heart’s closely held secret. I am, like a flower. My soul, a steam of love’s endearing bloom. What makes room, makes the heart zoom, chasing butterflies. Soaring like an eagle, on the wings of love, up above the clouds. Likened, to mature dandelion seeds in the air, granting wishes of love’s perpetual belief. Heart like a flower, blushed with the scent of gentility, hints of its lavender, of its totality; its flowered bouquet!

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Satisfied! 

I am satisfied, my heart’s breadth, irrevocably fulfilled. Love’s desire spills, meaningless hunger has lost its thrill; could never again satisfy, become my soul’s unadulterated fill. Thoughts, don’t awaken the dawn, pondering my soul’s yawn; my heart knows love’s wonder, nature of my dearest fawn. My soul’s satisfaction, doesn’t plead for justification, but moved by heartfelt revelation. I’m contented to be, what my soul is pleased being; truly satisfied. I am filled, my heart sustained knowing, my soul’s beyond the place of still becoming. I’m convinced, my heart conceded; my most profound zeal, embracing. Not grappling with what persuasion yields, but what boundless confidence wields; transformation. Of love, I am persuaded; heart and soul never debated; to be or not to be, deeply elated. My soul, every day again doesn’t make certain; what’s resides at the hem of my heart’s curtain. Unapologetically, love leaves my heart exposed, my soul free of its veil. I am content; to assure, reassure, my love’s unconditional assurance. I am satisfied, within my heart, money doesn’t move. The chase of it, my soul has reproved, tethered strings love has removed. Of my inherent worth, its worthless plea could never suffice. Love’s fulfilling price, its satisfaction for me, thrice. Oh, I am satisfied, my heart’s purest breadth, irrevocably fulfilled. Love’s desire spills, meaningless hunger lost its thrill, never again satisfy; be of my heart’s deepest fill. In perpetuity, my soul satisfied in being, breathlessly contented, still!

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