Category: Poetry

Poems of love!

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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Motivation’s Triumph; Ever-rest!

We all, in our lives face mountains, but yet, in the midst of, Ever-rest; triumphant’s bliss, love’s endearing kiss. Love’s symphony, hope’s rhapsody.  So, sound the trumpet, strike up the band, love plucks the soul out of obscurity; strums the heart with its compassion, with love’s celestial hand. Prick, thy heart with love, lest thy soul forget, from com-passion comes thy passion. Take a stand, in between the gap. Tether heart and soul, three stranded strong, love’s foundation the third prong. Let, the nature of its Anthem sound, the breadth of its essence resound. The heights of love’s ever-rest, found within the nuances of its beauty. In every season, in every stage of life. May love’s resonation become, your heart, finding its voice, your soul knowing its worth; its poetic constellation. Overwhelmed, by mountainous terrains, to be, or not to be? That’s not the question, but what’s within the midst of the see. Perspective matters, triumph doesn’t leave one’s perception in tatters. A heart and soul, anchor secure within its ever-rest, conquer the unknown. Sometimes, strength to climb eludes, but within every heartfelt revelation, the childlike faith to crawl. Until, you are able to stand, on the pinnacle of your resilience. Broadened horizon, an elevated presumption; what other mountain, will the right heart posture triumph over? Ever-rest’s encounter, the soul elevated from love’s vantage point. One’s heart emboldened, to wade through the water, climb every mountain, with grace to overcome!

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Motivation’s Sway; Pieces!

Giving away, pieces of my heart, would never leave my soul empty, would never make my love less than. My heart, finds not its strength, in countless pieces of contemplation, but the quintessence that yields my soul’s breathless thesis. My heart, has found love’s excellence, not in seeking illusive perfection, but allowing my imperfections to be, the catalyst, that builds wholeness with the pieces of our brokenness. Trust broken, in of itself full of so much potential. In that moment, time and space; where, the will to not let it shatter your worth. An opportunity, to give away another piece of your heart, to love’s embrace. Knowing, in heart of hearts, love makes there be nothing missing, nothing broken; the way of love’s resilience, the sway of its brilliance. I’ve found, the posture of one’s soul, reveals the position of one’s heart. Heart and soul, secure in love’s holistic nature, the nuances of its artistic ambiance, love’s vibrant display of its most selfless portrait. Pieces of one’s heart, essence of its innermost. Love, likened to fine art, that of aesthetic artwork, pieces of one’s soul laid bare, within love’s beautiful light. Finding it within, to relinquish pieces of self? One’s soul, giving away pieces of its heart, reveals the purest kind of love. That never let its worth seem unintended, meaningless… Pieces! 

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Its Intentional Gaze!

Could, someone please tell it to my heart, how does my soul’s breathless amazement, not become my words left utterly speechless? And if, that doesn’t provoke intuitive perplexity? How, then through contemplation, my soul longs to know the breadth of its consistency? This emboldened soul of mine, would eagerly journey the end of time, needing to fathom its depth. If that’s the case, why, wouldn’t one’s heart not be willing, to drown in its unfathomable ocean? Just, to know its deepest places, be my soul in awe, gasping within the spaces of its vastness. Pondering the nature of its existence, one’s mind provoked so deeply. You take your heart out of its sheath, only to have your doubts, slain by the might of its wonder. Your soul, thoroughly captured by its beauty, daydreams swept away into its blissful yonder, by the sphere of its influence. A heart, traversing the heartfelt plain of its own destiny, a soul encountering, the ways of its ecstasy. Where, the bravest of souls, are not just willing to have their heart wide open, but be profoundly swayed by its charm. A heart in a place, where no harm befalls, falling within its infectious arms. Its aura, a sight to behold, how its muse takes hold, its language so bold. Whispers to your soul in the stillness, peers into your hopelessness. What brings a heart to tears, what soothes your fears. Your soul, feeling its warmth, swaddling you in your brokenness. Immensely, intensely, indubitably; its presence hovers within the shadows. No needy heart could ever escape it, Love’s intentional gaze!

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Irrevocably!

Irrevocably yours, within my soul and that of my heart, of love deeply true. For I, within my heart of hearts, know love could never be pure, if not love irrevocable. Vow I have vowed, not of just words, but of my heart’s posture. Soul’s absolute pledge to be of love, death could never part. Destiny is, destiny does, irrevocably transcend; time, space. Picturesque love, not just poetic art, work’s of love’s unalterable stance. Like of the wind’s might, my heart is irrevocably taken. My soul has flight, expanding my mind’s sight. Love’s breathless encounter, mind, heart, soul; altered irrevocably. Faithful love does, for faithful love is, unapologetically intentional. Truth of love’s essence, in me deeply embedded, my deepest love emboldened to be, tangibly felt, unshakably committed. Therefore, how could my heart be irrevocably blue, dipped in love’s crimson hue? Love’s inalienable breadth, of one’s soul attainable, its beauty of one’s heart, irrevocably available. My heart’s soliloquy, of what my soul utters, of what perpetual ink spills, my dearest love, irrevocable!

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Comfort of My Soul!

My soul, laid back against love’s beckoning, my heart, comfortably nestled within the depth of its sweet embrace. My thoughts, lost forever within the mystery of its peace. My breath, confounded years later my heart, can still be found breathlessly at home. There’s no other place, my soul would rather be, than drowning deep within this irrevocable place. Tears for fears, love’s beautiful exchange; the years comforting tears, washing away any lingering fears. This love story, could ever cease being, the love deepening even more. It has, afforded my heart much, comforted my soul with such warmth, of love’s deepest touch. Comforting my heart to know, my soul, exhales the only breadth it will truly ever need. No complacent thoughts, anxious will, could ever satisfy love’s heartfelt desire. Love’s forevermore, at the core of my soul needing, to know the crux of my heartbeat’s reason. Ask of my heart, it will say of my soul; my heart and soul, comfortable being here, wrapped up within Your love. Here, in this place in my life, I don’t worry about tomorrow, the things I can’t control. The focus being the state of my heart, let love’s attention be in the details. Who, What, When, Where; Why, chase butterflies, not understanding it’s in those moments, fluttering feelings, indicative of love’s colorful beauty. Every imperfection, nuances of what my heart needs, to embolden my soul’s resolve. Never be comfortable being, indifferent with my love. What more could I ask, but my soul being content forever; Here, in this familiar place!

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Wednesday Proverb; Faith, Hope! 

Faith, Hope, characteristics of the same measure, wholeness its aim. Faith, doesn’t rely on fame, to help bolster its claim. Hope, produces no shame, your heart invoking its name. Faith is the substance, Hope its evidence. A Faithful heart, a Hopeful soul. Faith, employs conception, Hope, embraces perception. Fear of the unknown, could never embolden its deception. Faith, looks deep into your soul, searches the heart as a whole; filling you with Hope, wings of love will surely reach forevermore. Faith bound, Hope found; tethered, becomes so profound. Faith and Hope, kindred spirits, heartfelt they fundamentally prevail, fruits of one’s resilience unveiled. Faith and Hope, reaches to the depth, where logic could never fathom. Faith, doesn’t require intellect, Hope is naturally direct. Having that, je ne sais quoi, what only one’s own heart can know. Faith, hovers like a song in the night, covers like a blanket of peace that’s right. Hope, the light that illuminates bright, casting no shadow of doubt. Sweet dreams, are made of these, who am I to disagree? Breadth of Faith’s heart, tender of what’s soft inside; Hope’s prudence doing something, that can’t be explained. What requires dedication, needing no conversation. Faith and Hope, heart and soul, riding the waves of life together, ah ha. Give Faith its chance, to let Hope prove its stance; your quintessence, its tree of life will enhance!

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