Category: Poetry

Poems of love!

My Thoughts!

My thoughts, are just that. Some talk out loud, some are about me, some about people and things; the joy it brings. Some thoughts wander, some out into left field, but that’s okay; it’s in fields of dreams. Some thoughts I share, most I keep to myself. They say, sharing is caring, but oversharing, sometimes does more harm than good. If my opinion is asked, I don’t give my thoughts, I share what’s on my heart. Intellect is nothing tangible, without love being the source. An indulgent soul, doesn’t let thoughts express, what the heart needs to convey. Some thoughts say, I’m thinking about you, and some wonder; am I in your thoughts? My thoughts don’t project, tasteless thoughts, my heart rejects. So, they don’t end up on the tip of my tongue, becoming words, sliding recklessly off my lips. It’s not mind over matter, injecting love is what truly matters. In time, hurtful memories fade, some linger on the brain, the ones the heart can’t hide. The ones so real, it makes the heart feel. Some thoughts are romantic, some poetic, some deeply intrinsic. “Years in a silent river, made my heart a deep thinker, my soul a none drinker.” Thoughts will invade, some will elevate, some I anticipate, some escape me; they were never prisoners. Some reminisce the sweet moments, some leave me wondering, some find the heart grieving. Some thoughts provoke, some I invoke, for my heart to contemplate. My thoughts, are just that; these!

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Within the Warmth!

In the dawn, the soul welcomes in the light. The heart, moving within the bliss, the moment, bringing with it a gentleness, the mist. When love’s presence hovers, when the reign falls, the breadth seeps. When passion spills, the moment fills; within depth of soul, love is this. The soul left bare, the heart now aware, the beauty never again missed. How time stands, how the warmth sits, how the breath, waits to exhale. And if, bitterness tries to deceive the soul, love comes wielding its truth, reveals itself to the heart. Deep love, profoundly deeper, than the deepest see. No eyes, could ever fathom what only, the heart was meant to perceive. Within the warmth of love’s embrace, the heartfelt essence is… known!

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Her!

Her heart, absolutely stunning, her love breathtaking. In her presence, words are never needed, her inner beauty speaks, profoundly. What’s that, milady; you want my love to come closer? You’ve already stolen my heart, but at last; my soul knew, that wouldn’t be enough. So, I pledged all my love. And now, my heart cries a perpetual river, and every day; it becomes another drowning, in the depth of love’s breathless ocean. My soul needs no interpreter, her love language is evident. In so many ways, her words sway, her love lays gently on my heart, like a beautiful flower. Her love is poetic, within the breadth of every whisper. My soul recites it, my heart narrates it as poetry. Her love, doesn’t portray a romance novel, it captivates you, leaves an impression; written on your heart, a real life love story. A Virtuous woman, noble thy love, worth fighting for. Her heart, doesn’t need a knight in shining armor, to blind her worth. Just a noble soul, reflective of a gallant heart, strengthened by her love. To know the color of her love, to feel the texture within her heart, captured by the portrait within her soul; her Nubian essence. Always, forever, playing an endless love song. And if, life gets in the middle; my heart will fight for this love, fight for us, thus; Her!

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You Shine!

Always thought, my eyes were open, but sometimes in love, the heart doesn’t always see. Profound love doesn’t blind, it enlightens. Even, when the day becomes clouded, my soul feels a little misty. My heart, waits for your love to shine. Standing tall, how my soul gets to see it all, how radiant your presence shines. A billion miles, could never eclipse the warmth in your existence. Knowing, not the same as being, captured by the beauty. My heart is illuminated, love bares my soul. Fear could never cast a shadow, your radiance leaves me with no doubts. Your shine, beyond what my words can articulate. The essence, leaves my heart elated, my soul breathless. My love, could search high and low, and all my heart would find. My love could never shine so bright, without an enlightened perception, love is a reflective light. I wouldn’t have a clue, how to see into the deepest part of my soul, if love didn’t shine on me. What can outshine, the moment a soul is left speechless? Why chase after rainbows, or ponder why the stars shine at night? Love, makes it all evident, love shines in the darkest moments. There’s nuances in the starlight, reflections glisten in the moonlight. I’m so taken, how love’s shine becomes so breathtaking; all because, I got to see, you shine!

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Love’s Tranquility!

In a state of being, love calms the heart, takes the soul, to a tranquil place. No contemplation needed, to let every breath be taken. In love’s embrace, the rush of the day gives way, to the essence within love’s serenity. In the stillness, in the quietness of soul, love sways you gently. In every dawn, love awakes your soul, with a gentle nudge. In love’s restfulness, silence is never deafening, the heart beats contently. Deep love is that serene place, where time stands still, where your heart knows love’s weightless gravity. Heartfelt contentment is found, in the ambiance of love’s breathless hue. Self-restraint evident, when love is the center within your being. Love’s quiet beauty, that profound perception. Where the heart knows, the soul does more than feel, it encounters the subtle sway, in humanity’s quintessential breadth; love’s tranquility!

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Attentive Love!

How, can love truly serve, if it’s not observant. How can kindness act, if not intentional. A heart distracted, misses an opportunity, for love to be profound. Fear sometimes, a lie without the breadth, to change the heart’s shapely posture. Attentive love, doesn’t need to be persuaded, to show what it’s made of. Love’s closeness, a heart paying close attention. Not for its own wants, but for someone else’s need. Attentive love, affective not just subjective. Attentive love, has an audience of one, but contemplative of many. One on one, doesn’t mean absence of intent. A mindful heart, leaves no one’s worth twisting in the wind. It’s focused, committed, driven; love’s quintessence on display. Attentive love, not easily overwhelmed, with its deepest breadth, will overcome. Thoughtful, kind, caring; watchful love is vigilant, gives its heart and soul. Accommodating, not through obligation, but with deep affection. Gallantly, real love doesn’t strive to be a hero, thrives because heroic love needs no reason, to be… Attentive!

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The Breadth in Her Soul!

The breadth in her love, a divine imagery, a portrait of heart and soul. Her tears, deepens her faith, her hope, strengthens her resolve. Wounds heal, time reveals, how a strong woman, overcomes. Despite her flaws, her breadth is undeniable. Elevated love, expanded heart. The extent of her love, reaches. To let the soul take hold, your love be emboldened; make known her quintessence. The depth of her love, deepens, profoundly. The life felt in her bones, know the depth in her soul. To know it, for her to let it; the spirit of her love, hover the deep places of her humanity. Down in her soul, her love moves, entrenches her being; encompassing her worth. Her wants, her needs, desires released, her essence unmasked. Within her deepest breath, a pause, the exhale; her heartfelt expressions. Her quiet beauty, eclipsed by her gentle soul; love personified. Her heart beats gracefully, her love given completely. The art of becoming, the portrait of her being displayed; the breadth in her soul!

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The Narrative; Seen!

What will the narrative be, when being seen gives an account; what does love look like? So many hearts pounder, can I be seen, will my worth be noticed; can erratic tendencies, become unseen? What can my heart do, for my humanity to be seen? Do I, have to pound against the unseen, shatter glass ceilings? Let it cut a thousand ways, to show my crimson hue. Barriers, breaking down the barriers, lets the soul breathe, the heart become seen. The art of overcoming, seeing fear drown, within unconditional love. Heard, if clamoring voices would become silent, every heart, would be heard. Within the flesh, love pushes against the narrative, to let the perception be. What the heart perceives, what the soul receives. Love wide open, leaves the heart exposed, into you to see. Some hearts race, some souls roar, some heartbeats thunder, piercing the mundane. So, the silence won’t become deafening, but the love profoundly telling; how your story matters. I am, we are; emotional, sympathetic, sentimental, compassionate, our love sometimes problematic. Some days feel long, the heart’s longing apparent. In an instant, the realization can feeling; your quintessence, inconsequential. Love’s endearing gaze, what makes a heart, feeling seen. Though, one’s pain is invisible, they are inevitable, the heart’s reality. But, with every rise and fall, with every breath taken, another glimpse, another encounter. The relevance, the evidence of being seen, becoming love’s heartwarming scene. The heart, though unseen, every desire the same, to be… Seen!

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Love’s Rhythmic Sway!

Love sways my soul, makes my love bold, has my heart’s posture, in a vertical hold. When, swagger tries to cut it, tries to interject its presence, into love’s divine sway. My heart objects, says no way; nothing else can ever make me sway, the same way. My soul will stay, captivated by love’s endless sway. Why play, let my heart be tempted to stray, by what they call swag these days. In such a time as this, I can’t allow my love to stagger, trying to prove something. A humble heart, beats without the need to prove anything. When you know love’s worth, no other sway, will ever be able to compete for your heart and mind, the love will never fray. In the dance we called life, it’s inevitable; sway and swagger, will have to tango, sometimes do the rumba. One partner’s well, because it’s a lifestyle. The other, not looking a partnership, showcasing a heart, just knowing how to freestyle. Sway makes the love linger, swagger trips up the heart, the soul left pointing the finger. Love teaches you, leads you through the difficult moments. A double minded love, a rhythmically challenged character; an uncoordinated heart and soul.

Love has that, some say; “je ne sais quoi,” but an attentive heart knows what, it’s an rhythmic sway. Like a beautiful flower, swaying in the breadth effortlessly. True love, sways with a gentle nudge, never with a forceful shove. Don’t judge a heart, that won’t bend to please, but nevertheless willing, to let love sway with ease. With every sway, love has its way, tells you how to be. Other sways, have come to test my frontal lobe, but cognitively I have resolved; never let my heart be swayed, to become a swaggering persona. Love’s natural sway, not about the right technique, but a love waltz with a unique intrinsic muse. A sway that holds you, dear, takes your breath. Love’s endearing sway, not about what eyes see, but what the heart believes. Sway doesn’t strut, doesn’t look to thrill, just the joy it brings. What seems routine, love gets you through it, the sway helps the heart do it, become love’s true reflection. When, freedom looks good on you, through it all everyone will see, love is holding you up. Swaying you deeply, your mind profoundly, your soul breathlessly, your heart forevermore!

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