Category: Poetry

Poems of love!

Motivation’s Sway; Daylight Savings!

Seasons, there are moments in our lives, days when we just can’t see our way, light within seeming a bit dim. Deep within our soul, there’s a small still whisper. Motivation’s sway, goes out on what seems a proverbial limb to reinforce within. All your heart’s light needs to flicker, saved seconds of love’s radiant breadth. For, those seconds will be minutes of daylight, enlightened moments in perpetuity, its saving grace. Moments in life, so one’s soul can shine bright like the stars. The heart glistening so much, its light transcends time, space… to be. With every breath you take, and every move you make. Even on the darkest nights, those seconds of daylight saved in between breaths. Time to be still and know, one’s light could never dim, forever illuminated within the heart and soul’s constant; its Northern Star!

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Acoustic Hues!

Bated breath, heart awakened by every strum, beautiful lullabies of love’s angelic hum. The soulful allure of its deep breadth, heartstrings swayed by every sublime tug. The soul utterly breathless, waiting to hone the subtlety of its tone. Every verse, like a chorus of angels, singing love’s harmonious symphony. Within the beauty of its touch, love whispers into the soul, hush. Let its rhythmic flow sway, no need to keep it at bay, let it cascade. Tears, never a sign of weakness, moved by the melodious depth of love’s acoustic hue. In the artistry of its essence, simplicity of its message. “Always and forever, each moment with you, like a dream, that somehow came true.” Love’s acoustic range, meeting you where you’re at never strange. If not just echoes of verbiage, but felt as the instrumental true nature of its texture. In its deep river, love drowns sorrows, the soul immersed within its bliss. Wayward thoughts, captured by love’s acoustic sound. Heart and soul, stimulated by the profound clarity of its distinct vibe. A heart finely tuned, recognizes the pitch doesn’t have to be perfect, just the tone and tenor authentically pure. Throughout the soul, love’s endless song amplified, even if moments would rather replay old jazzy blues. Love’s cord, not what stringed will proclaim, but its hue will acoustically allow to deeply linger. Its rendition, its representation, its aspirations. Gifted love, nuanced its heartfelt acoustics resoundingly felt. Nestled within the warmth, perched within deepest places of one’s anthemic soul!

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Inspiration’s Muse!

Would you be open, to allow your muse to be my inspiration? Can my words inspire your heart, broaden your soul’s perception? Caring isn’t just sharing, but daring to be true, even if your heart would rather sing the blue. Would it be profoundly intrusive, if I deeply touched your heart? You see, I’m moved by you, my innermost, revealed within the deepest place of your being. Oh, I know, sometimes you’re just not compelled by my creed. Indeed, until actions proceed love’s need, does the deed. Creative expressions kindled, sway meaningful exchange. My assurance is evident, in you so prevalent, you inspire me; “to be better than I was, more than I am.” Your bravery’s endearing, vulnerable isn’t an easy place, the trek to get there so necessary, to embolden the heart’s growth. How do you do it, persuade me with such confidence, to never provoke with satire, but invoke with the flame of love’s poetic fire? I know, I can become emotional, so easily mused with much heartfelt desire. Opinionatedly versed, could never be adversed, when love sees you at your worst, while offering you breathtaking clarity. Monumental it is to know, love is the journey, miles cannot measure. You and I, one in the same, poverty or fame. Alone I could never inspire, it’s you I require. In the midst of it all, even when darkness falls, I answer the call. Inspiration is, as it does, motivate. In the depth of perpetual muse, I am, therefore you are. Your heart and soul, allowing the breadth within me to be love’s catalysts, an inspiration!

*** When inspiration quickens, the heart acts. When inspiration speaks, the mind is enlightened. When inspiration moves, the soul reacts, becomes inspiration’s muse! ***

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I Have! 

I have, it’s not mistaken, can never be taken, my faith in it never shaken. 

I have, my mind can’t evade it, what leaves the heart prostrated, the soul elated.

I have it so, even if my mind is distracted, it colludes with my soul, to help get my heart out of the clouds. 

I have, but it seeps, oh it spills. So breathtaking it stills, moves you so it thrills. 

I have, oh me, oh my; do I have to cry, heartstrings and its tie, gives you wings to fly.

I have it bad, some call it rad, mistreat it that’s just sad, not knowing what you truly had. 

I have, it never needs explaining, it speaks for itself, words struggle to convey its meaning.

I have, passion makes it infectious, compassion makes it contagious, its poetry immaculate. 

I have cause, but its undertone yells, touches the heart so it swells. Its whispers tell, silence can’t even quell. Ring my bell, wake my soul from its spell, my story is its well.

I have it, not this or that. I’m not confused, it my soul will forever choose, it my heart will never loose. 

I have and, proved its worth, its truth provokes. I say, I have it, but it says, it transcends heart and soul; but yet, we are.

Yes, I have, you have it, if we let it be known, the world to be shown. Every bit of its grit, makes the soul fit, the heart, sit up and take notice. What this is it, you ask? Love! Have it, indisputably, undoubtedly!

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Love’s Undertone!

Come, put your love against my soul, don’t withhold. It would be lovely, if you could know, how gently love strums my heart, endlessly tugging every heartstring. Here’s the thing, behooves you to know; nothing I bring, simply I cling, breathlessly my soul does sing. Though, silently my heart beats, profoundly it speaks, deeply it proves. In melodic verses, life’s tempest stilled with every heartbeat. Come closer, touch my soul, feel the rise and fall of its every breadth. Come know the depth, in the subtlety of love’s still whispers. Underneath every breath, my soul utters softly, tenderly; do it again, take my every breath. Listen, can you hear it? Beyond words, one’s heart and soul is heard. When, love has its hold, words are emboldened, to never be understated. Hover between the lines, rest within every syllable, within life’s hush, love’s undertone, spoken! 

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Undiscovered Love!

My heart, has brought me to this place, my soul emboldened, to discover the unrealized essence, the constellation of love’s breathless gravity. Where love is the compass, the magmatic quality, quantifiable truth found within a heart’s depth. Compelling the heart, propelling the soul, to the undiscovered journey of love’s celestial plane. Its gravitational tug, my soul beholding its wonder, the beauty of its awe, the mind left with nothing to ponder. Love’s light, radiating within the soul, the heart orbiting the breadth of its nexus. At first encounter, instinct persisted reverse course, throttle emotions. But, like poetry in motion, resistance was futile, the heart was captured, captivated by a love one’s soul has never known. Strength and power unbeknownst, love’s unfathomable existence, beaming so pronounced. Stunned by its muse, one’s mind you can’t use, the heart alone gets to choose. There’s no engineering a way out, when love is so bold, to make closeness become the hold, in an atmosphere so cold. For, love’s intent to told, the story must unfold. Dangling heartstrings, one’s soul tethered to nothing else, but faith… in love. A heart tangled, discovering the nature its sway. The shift, acted so swift, the epiphany; concede love’s gift. Strong willed, wasn’t enough power, to withstand its pull, making the heart full. It seemed inevitable, my heart and this love, would surely collide!

Love’s contemplation, arrested my imagination. What’s a heart to do, when there’s an undeniable fact. To be one with love’s validity, is to never deny its inevitability. So, proceeded checked my sensors, my heart was racing, but, was it love winning, or my soul triumphantly losing? My heart shaped spaced anomaly, ornately repositioned phenomenally to transcend time. A heart, the vessel built not to evade love, but embrace its true purpose. Boldly go, where it needs to, explore new worlds, seek out life’s verity, an enlightened perspective. Position of one’s soul, eclipses what the mind believes irrelevant. To what the heart knows to be true, love’s encounter as providence. Its grip on the heart, a soul forever in its unbreakable holding pattern. It’s obvious, love as the Captain of your heart, the soul exploring uncharted spaces. Heart and soul, discovering love’s fluid benevolence. Its attraction; fatal, if my soul was to ever deny, it as my breath, the substance fueling my soul’s equilibrium. It shields, yet at the same time, leaves you vulnerable, to love’s continuum. Its mission, its determinative purpose. Embolden the heart, to endlessly rediscover life’s sublime, undiscovered love!

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This Rose!

Love by any other name, would it still be as sweet, if not laid bare at one’s heart, emanating the angelic scent of love’s crimson hue? Petals of its essence, remnants of its presence, fragrance of its beautiful exchange. Deep love, a breathtaking flower, blossoming forevermore, love’s endless charm, received with open arms. Roses are red, violets true, but love makes it bloom. Love gives room, love doesn’t presume, its evidence takes form. Its seeds planted, its roots grounded, stems of its innermost. Rivers flow, lives glow, fertile love grows, its purity shows, emblem of its grace. Rosy cheeks, breathless peeks, intimate love speaks. The breadth of love’s perspective, revealing one’s nature. Heart and soul flourishing, profoundly smelling like a rose. This rose, heartfelt willingness to accept, love’s calming verse, evidenced by its ornate balm!

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Is it my heart, or my soul?

Is it the star’s light, or the gaze of my heart, that deepens the passion of love’s beautiful hue? Is it the moon’s beam, or the light within my soul, that makes nights not seem dark? Is it the breadth of the galaxy’s nexus, or the gasp of my breath’s essence, that makes deep love so intentional? Is it the majestic beauty of heaven’s existence, or the nucleus within my nature, that reveals the vastness of love’s breathless allure? Is starry sky’s reflection of a wonder, or life’s grandiose expectation, that gives my eyes something epic for my heart to ponder? Does darkness truly hover constantly, or does my light illuminate so, even darkened moments seem so enlightened? Is it what my heart sees, or what my love knows, that forever gives my soul the perspective, a boundless glimpse into love’s enduring clarity?

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I Am a Tree!

I am a tree, my essence that of a seed; my conception, enlightens your perception. I am a tree, deep rooted within thee, nature’s fertile soil. I am a tree, the pinnacle of my stature, within the tentacles of my foundation. I am a tree, my presence realized, existence emphasized. I am a tree, graced by the circle of life, matured in the cycles of growth, deepened by longevity’s hue. I am a tree, wind my muse, light my source, humanity, my oyster. I am a tree, what leaves give way, arms branched sway. I am a tree, rain drenches, love sky opens, time deepens. I am a tree, I stand tall, forever captured by the beauty of autumn’s fall. Sappy my love does seep, cut me, would my soul not bleed? I am a tree, within quality of being, pores oxygenate, life’s enhanced breathed. I am a tree, lifeless limbs, can bear no fruits, but the length, the breadth; love’s depth entrenched within me. Not by chance, but creation’s divine plan, to reinforce belief. I Am, poet-tree!

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