Category: Poetry

Poems of love!

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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Whatever!

Do you need, a superhero, a man of steel? My vulnerability you know, my heart of flesh, pierced by the deepest love. A mild mannered heart, empowered by a gentle soul. My love, doesn’t thrive trying to be everything. A complete version of who, I Am, makes my love capable. If you need me to have, strength to bear? Then, I will bare my soul, give the best of me. If day after day, you need a chef, willing to serve you his heart, give all his love? Absolutely, every day; I’ll feed your soul with my love, endearingly tend to your heart. If, you ever need my love to sway, I will do it a million ways, with the breadth of my love. My heart will leap any barrier, to let my love span a thousand sure’s. Whatever, your heart needs my love to be, becoming, won’t be a mission impossible, true love transcends…

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When it Reigns!

They fall, overwhelmingly can persist, cascades heavily sometimes. What soul can contain it, what heart can restrain it; what will inevitably be? Some days, whether debates the time, the place, the moment. The forecast certain, particulars unbeknownst, how much, how often, how soon? Today, will tomorrow be, draped by clouded complexities? When the sunshine retreats, the veil lifted, the heart gets pierced. The revaluation ensues, one by one, they fall. A little, a lot, sometimes; when it reigns, it pours. Puddles don’t, necessarily represent only what has developed, but what has aspired. Its existence, can never be denied, the presence is felt. Tears, fall to reveal the joy, the sadness, our humanity!

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Resounding Breadth of Love!

It’s in the wind, in what moves your soul, in natures breathtaking hue. Love resonates in every season, the reason why, a heart beats steadily. The stills whisper, calls to the soul, stops the heart. You look around, only to realize, it breathes in the stillness. The sound, echoing through the busy streets, playing throughout a breathless meadow. Like flowers, blooming beautifully in springtime, a symphonic presence in the summertime. Booming like the thunder, chirps like a beautiful songbird. Love’s expressive tone, paints the heart, in an mosaic expression, capturing its artistic essence. In the deepest ocean, love fathoms deep places. Heard, when rain drops on roses, when the sound echoes the window pane. It’s heard in laughter, in a baby’s voice. Love can make a heart cry, tears echoing the sound of joy. Why, so profound, truly renowned, beauty confounds. “Wise men say, only fools rush in, but, love can’t help falling,” singing in the reign. Love’s prevailing hue, the textured sound of freedom. “A heart can speak, with tongues of men, and that of angels, but, without love; just a resounding gong, like a clanging cymbal.” True love sounds like, a quiet hush in the midnight hour, an embrace in the darkest moment. Voice over voice, the deafening sound of silence, could never drown out, the enduring sound of love. The endless melody amplifying, the breadth of Heaven!

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Love’s Freedom Verse!

Pushing, pulling, back and forth within your mind, only to find within yourself, you’re chained to the same place. Pounding on a locked heart, won’t open up a closed mind. Trying to break chains, without love being the key. Keeps the soul tethered, to an indifferent space. A heart can never be, can never be free without love, being the rhyme and reason. Trying to compose yourself, without the ability to look deep within. Won’t let a heart know, love lyrically moves the soul. A heart in an unfinished place, becomes a mind with no peace. Knowing the sound of chains breaking, hearing the sound of the soul breathing, the beat within the heart changing, the true tone of love reverberating. Being free to breathe in, the air of freedom’s hue; knowing, life’s a breath. Trying to write a verse, without measured revelation. Leaves the soul wanting, the rhythm within your heart needing. Knowing, what’s done is gone, let’s the past be a look back, to see how far the heart has come. A poetic composition, a moving story, needs the heartfelt nuance, to be love’s harmonic vibe. The most endearing expression of love, not depending on style, but the lifestyle. A timeless love ballad, comprises a first, then a second, with a third verse. The intrinsic melody revealing, the deeply felt undertone, is love’s freedom verse!

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Part of.

So many nights, lying alone in the dark. My heart, held within the stillness. So, breadth can be my constant, love my oxygen, faith my comfort, confidence my strength, purpose my reason, peace my hiding place. In the ocean, where would my heart be, if love wasn’t the anchor? In the wake, I’m able to breathe, but wait to exhale. My heart is full, yet my bed empty. I don’t fear unknown, but what if, covered by emptiness, I slip off into loneliness? Through the night, love holds me, keeping me from falling, off the edge. With love, it’s easier to be, awaken I see, love is my sunshine. Keeping my heart beating, my soul still needing; love’s divine meaning. I have everything, but something still missing; her love, next to me. If, love didn’t make my earth revolve, my heart could never be held, in love’s profound embrace. When, two truly become, oneness is, what holds you. The best of, in love with, never to test wit; substance affirmed. In the wake, I don’t need to be where you are. In living, in loving, realization becomes, emptiness just the figment. What is distance, when a distant melody, is love’s beautiful lullaby, swaying you in the empty nights. How, can a heart say there’s an emptiness, when in the depth of knowing love, your soul knows the fullness. There’s meaning in life, when love is the inspiration. Love is never missing, the bond never broken. Love is forever at home, sharing your heart, when it truly becomes, part of… you!

Wife update: July 3, marked seven weeks in the hospital. She was supposed to be discharged on July 25th, by God’s grace, and the amount of progress she’s made. The neurologist, and physiotherapist, has okayed to be discharged this Saturday, July 8th.

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If the Sun?

If the sun doesn’t rise, then, how can one’s heart shine? What if, the sun didn’t illuminate, how would blinded hearts, be able to see? If the sun wasn’t influential, would true love become a deep ocean, or the current feel like a depth, your soul could never fathom? What if, the sun wasn’t extremely important, would that influence life’s perspective, or become a clouded perception? If the sun, didn’t give off heat, would love have warmth, would every heart become undesirably cold? What if, the sun couldn’t help the soul revolve, how would love evolve, to an elevated plain? If the sun doesn’t move, would our worth be relative, or our humanity cease to be relevant? What if, the sun didn’t light the world, could love exist, could a heart become its own force of nature? If, the sun didn’t have say in the weather, would seasons matter, could a heart whether the storms? If the sun stood still, could words put a spin on it, or equate if words would be enough, to change the gravity? What if, energy wasn’t a factor, oxygen wasn’t a necessity, could a heart be able question; if the sun?

Like the sun, love is my purpose, my source, my light, my oxygen, my confidence, my anchor, my constant, my axis, my reason. Knowing my saving grace, The elevated breadth, empowering me!

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Love’s Charm, and Intellect!

Profound love, beyond what the mind alone, can comprehend. Only the heart, knows the true meaning. The texture, interwoven, the fabric ingrained, tethered to love’s divine quintessence. Love’s intellectual charm, has that, je ne sais quoi, the undeniable essence. To leave the soul speechless, the heart lost for words. Even, in its silent moments, the breadth is moving. The beauty transcends, its light reflects, its gaze captivates, captures the imagination. Love’s charm draws, the intellect enhances, speaks with clarity. Love whole, responds with action, and intelligence. The presence hovers, in vulnerability covers, with strength embraces. Thoughtful reasoning, and true understanding, becomes a beautiful exchange; love’s charm, and intellect!

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