Category: Poetry

Poems of love!

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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The Greatest!

When moment dawns, love’s essence becomes, what awakens my heart, to my sunshine. And therefore, my soul rises with love’s light. It’s another day, to do what’s right, wield love’s greatest might, with all my heart. Without love, tides never change, allowing time to enlighten. Because of love, hope is never lost, but yet, comes at a cost, will ask of your faith. But in return, it gives you the power, to vanquish lingering doubts. Love strengthens resolve, keeps the soul involved, with matters of the heart. There’s no separation in love, it’s not six of one, half a dozen of the other. If, love is therefore the greatest, how can the sum be less than; but completely whole, absolute in its fullness. Time doesn’t change it, space could never confine it, but the heart can refine it. Love’s benevolence, emboldens its quintessence, empowered by its greatness. Without love, blue horizons as far as the heart could see, would drown within the soul’s deep blue sea. Meaning; “if love the within a heart loses focus, deep hurt drowns the love, the soul no longer able to fathom the unintended, the blues within the heart.” Without love, moments are wasted, meaningless if not heartfelt. Love never truly fails, our own hubris what fails love. From the moment the heart awakes, all it needs is love, to let the soul feel its embrace. Enabling the heart to bear, what the soul needs to bare. The love deep within, displayed as the greatest!

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She is, More than… 

Fragments, even within fragments of life’s story, the breadth of her worth remains untold. Broken, even when she’s found absolutely broken, her heart refuses to be, perceived less of. Pieces, even when she feels in shattered pieces, she’s never beside herself. Looking at what was, but what has become, of her heart’s resilience. Burst, even if her reign burst into tears, her love is never depleted. When her heart swells, she draws from the well, to replenish her soul. Torn, even if the day’s battle tore her heart to shreds, she goes to bed vowing. Tomorrow, even if her soul’s in tatters, she will rise up again like a warrior, with whatever strength her love can wield. Unravel, even if her world seems to be unraveling, don’t underestimate her courage, to tie a bow in it, and look fabulous at the same time. Fear of the unknown, will never make her unyielding love, be less than. Crushed, even if the weight she carries, leaves her feeling crushed, she will never throw in the towel. With love in her corner, ring the bell, her love is her tell. Even if, it’s round thirty of one hundred, she will never give up, nevertheless. Brokenness, will never refine, what it can’t define, the beauty within. And as such, She is, More than… what you perceive!

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Into the River!

Into the deep, the heart to keep, love flowing like a river. A drowning soul doesn’t need rescued, every heart needing to drown, drown, drown; drown in love’s river. Leave troubles behind, unburdening soul of its veil. Sailing away the blues, no and’s, if’s, or’s will ever be needed to use. Within the submersion of love’s river, the soul emerges poetically versed, persuaded forever by its muse. The heart immersed within the melody of love’s rhythm, avoids life’s pointless schisms, a soul not easily swayed by depth-less isms. Many bridges of rivers to cross, what love builds over-seas. Come to its sure, crawl, walk, run; jump into the river. Don’t worry about shivers, coldest hearts find warmth, in a deep river. Sink or swim, love doesn’t act on a whim, but overflows, it will; a soul filled beyond the brim. Everybody needs love, but the deepest kind only found, found, found; found breathless, within the deepest place of the river!

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AuGust!

Awe gust, air breathed a must, hurts brushed off the heart a must, keeps the mind from collecting dust. So that, tears won’t leave the soul, with unwanted rust. Life, can cause such unnecessary fuss, and sometimes, you just don’t know who to trust? But sometimes, that’s how life goes, walking tippy-toes. But those, Awe, the gust, the wind chimes, serenades of nature’s muse. Love’s melodies, blowing the mind to find, there’s still mountains to climb. Summertime, Awe, gust of its breathless sublime. The soul basking in the sun, sipping, heart skipping, having fun, jumping in the river. Oceans deep, oh, how sweetly love keeps, the soul from losing sleep. Under the moonlight, the night shines bright, holding the starlight in place. Sleepless nights, an excuse for love, to take the heart on a twilight stroll. Awe, gust of its ease, soul moved by love’s gentle breeze. What the moment sees, breathtaking  how it will seize, sway you with love’s enlightened breadth. Awe, gust of its calm, captivating with the beauty of its charm. AuGust, eighth wonder of the year, love gives you its cheer. Not for what the heart gets to see, but what becomes of thee. Knowing how to live free, within the reign of love’s majestic glee!

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It’s Happening!

It’s happening, of such importance, it’s absolutely breathtaking. It’s felt, has its own atmospheric context, for it moves; happening. Oxygenating, how much is expelled, only time will tell. On things is for sure, it makes the heart swell, the soul drawing from its well. If, passion’s rendered infectious, therefore, happiness must surely be contagious. You don’t have to be a rocket scientist, to understand the gravity of its essence. It’s happening, nothing can erase its existence, can change its nature, can stop it from becoming, restrain the supremacy of its reason. It’s happening, power can’t refuse its will, cold vapor can’t refute its chill. Expressions of it exhibitory means, confessions of the heart’s inherent needs. Lungs divulge its truth, lips indulge its use, its continuum never suppressed. It happens, regardless of speech, nevertheless of thought. It lives in heartbeats, escapes into daydreams. Will do what it does, under your nose. It roams the night, exist in plain sight, resist being held tight. Its presence seeps, its worth keeps. Proving, in the here and now, it’s happening; breath is taken, so breathe!

Droplets!

Droplets, that drenches the heart, drowns the soul. Awakening life’s moments, with the sound of morning melodies. Droplets of heaven’s dew, resting breathlessly on the morning’s hue, precipitated breadth of dawn’s moistened excess. Droplets of love’s purity, of its clarity, of its divine fluidity. Overflowing, overwhelming, life’s complacent levees. Rainy days, misty moments, seeping from within, droplets of hope, of dreams. And, for those hearts loving wide open, a soul bared unfettered. Knowing more than this, lies beyond the mist. Living, out one’s ornate purpose, ones spirit basking in the tenor of, love’s beautiful reign!

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