Category: Poetry

Poems of love!

In Her Heart!

Mommy, my dearest love, from the womb, to the cradle, in your heart. Till death, we part. The conception, we could be separated, a futile thought. Now and forever, the light of your life. From the inside out, endearing love, permeates. It leans in, to hold me, pulling my heart closer, with every loving gaze. Regardless, how I stretch the truth. Umbilically, we’re tethered, by design. You’re there for me, and I’m here to concede, the love is received. Is there, any other heart perceived, bigger than a mother’s love? Why, would you ever need a trophy, when I can give you my heart? Love and devotion, displayed in a crimson hue. You have me, you hold me, you know me. From your affection, my heart can’t hide. Your love is the water, that soothes my fears. Your heart, gives me hope, I will see my dreams. Through your eyes, love endlessly cascades, into a deep river. Your love, comforting, caring, touching; changing… me. Your love is, my breath. You are my heart, when mine is not in rhythm. You know my heart, into me you see!

When I fall, your love is there, always encouraging me, to stand stronger, than before. Crawl, walk, I run to your embrace. To lean, on your tenderness, rest my heart, on the gentlest love. You’re my world, my strength, everything. My heart, makes it through the silent nights, listening to your heart beat. Even in, the times when I’m speechless. How is it, your heart is never, lost for words. It doesn’t matter, how much the years pass. Your heart and mine, profoundly entwined. Your love, makes my heart smile, gives my soul wings. The place, where the moon and stars collide, must be the milky way, heaven. Your love, the substance that feeds, my soul. Hush, I know, my love is demanding. But yet, you love so gracefully. Take a breath, let my love, help you breathe. You, can dry your tears, with my deepest love. My heart, sees the light, in your heart. Thank you, for loving me, unconditionally. Mommy, I love you. Every day, I celebrate your heart!

Forever, Your baby’s heart!

Happy Mothers Day, to all the wonderful hearts!

WCR

Her Beauty!

Come see her beauty, come see her soul. An excellent heart, such beauty to behold. See how it radiates, how it enlightens, in the afterglow. Her adorning, crowned in splendor. Deep love, embedded in the crevices of her soul. The imperishable quality, cannot be erased, from the depth of her being. A gentle spirit, hovers within quiet beauty. Endearing love, knows the true beauty, in a heart, forever on display. The texture, woven in the purest love. The soul, clothed in scarlet. A mother’s love, her heart cannot be denied. Her worth, can never be refuted. Her love, leaves you lost for words. Rose petals, fall gracefully at her feet, violets, cascade in her breathless hue. In every season, her love blooms, like the most beautiful flower. Like the dawn, the fragrance of her love, rises with the due, she truly deserves. Like nature’s glow, her heart shines, perpetual warmth. You can’t buy her affection, she considers the need, and gives it… everything. How beautiful the feet, that walks in love. How lovely the hands, that touches you deeply. A mother’s love, the lamp, that never goes out. Every heartbeat, beating valiantly, to vanquish the darkness. Many hearts, love excellently, but her love, surpasses them all. A heart, with good intent, far more precious, than diamonds and pearls. How, can a man not rise up, and call himself blessed, to behold such a treasure? Gaze profoundly, into the soul, of a virtuous love? From her heart, from the deepest place of her beauty, a mother’s love, flows like an endless river!

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Nature’s Glow!

In nature’s muse, hearts glow, the soul becomes enlightened. Within the quiet beauty, wings soar, on the breadth of freedom. Thoughts are swayed, senses swept away, by the crimson hue. On a blanket of hope, in the warm, gentle breeze of grace. Love of nature embraced, by the riverside. The soul touched, the breath taken. The imagination captured, gazing into the light of heaven. April reign, releases the essence, in what May bloom. The grass grows, flowers take root. What a hoot, how nature brings such joy. Ain’t no mountain high enough, to make a heart not see, how breathtaking the vista can be. The length, the height, the width; but who can, fathom the breadth. Not I, but I; cherish all the majestic splendor, in nature’s glow. In depth of soul, a silent river cascades, oceans deep. In every season, the sunsets, the darkness falls. But in the moonlight, the stars glisten… endlessly. Showing, that beyond the twilight, in the horizon, there’s a dawn. Hopes and dreams, take flight in the intrinsic presence, of nature’s radiance. In the stillness, words not needed. For the heart, to be full, with awe and wonder. Nature’s provision, yields an amazing bounty. Nature’s essence, rooted in graceful affection. Nature’s gracefulness, a wonder, for all hearts to behold. In Nature’s providence, the soul glows, inside out. The heart, in a better place, to display the color of love. Warmth, and tenderness!

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The Portrait!

Love, in living colors, paints a vivid picture, on canvas of the heart. It’s been said, it takes twenty one days, to form a habit. So, why was the portrait of love, revealed to my soul, instantly? Right from the jump, with every gaze, a beautiful masterpiece. But, to truly see love clearly, the perspective had to be untainted. Enlightenment, my heart leaning in. My soul, had to see it up close, how love becomes intimate, and personal. Love, an absolute treasure, not for a museum, but on display. Tell it to my heart, why would anyone, keep the most profound love, hidden? Love, paints the most stunning picture, by design. The Mona Lisa’s beauty, could never eclipse the breadth. Michael Angelo, may capture the essence, but it’s the heart, telling the story. Love, can paint a different picture, with every breath. The expression, painted in depth. The experience, a heartfelt stroke at a time. What is felt, expressed on the canvas, of the heart. Deep love, paints lyrically, with ups and downs. The question never to be asked; “what’s love, got to do with it?” Love, will never be touching, if a painted smile. A true picture of love, leaves the heart exposed, in a natural light. The imagination captured, the breath taken, with every portrayal. Frame by frame, the quintessence unveiled, the quiet beauty telling. Love, doesn’t have to be a flawless picture, to tell an amazing story. Love is a sacrifice, a heart painted, passionately. Search your heart, let your love illuminate, and hold up the light. Love is, a Portrait of grace!

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Come Visit Me!

When I’m at a loss, in need of my closest friend, come visit me. When I am broken-hearted, consumed by disparate, come visit me. When the tide is rising, my soul drifting, come visit me. When the darkness looms, when the sun doesn’t shine. Let my heart, see you in the stars, in the moonlight. In the twilight, let my soul hold you, forever. Your radiance, outshines the madness. When the day is counterintuitive, you’re the hands of time. Poetry in motion, that’s how you still my heart. Within you, my worth never in question. Come visit, the path will be clear, my heart will be open. You hold the key, to my happiness. Don’t knock, be utterly reckless, break down my walls. Capture my imagination, free my soul. When I am desperate, to be held, in your embrace. Let my heart race, my soul will find, my enlightenment. That in You, my truest passion, held within the deepest breadth. Love, in every tear, in every valley, in every struggle, real talk. With every visit, you make me whole. Love, meet me here again, in my heart. When I am in need, come visit me, and I will let you have, my every breath. You won’t regret, that you had me, at hello!

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Holding Forever!

Love, is like the wind, but yet I can hold it, forever. The beauty therein, keep it close to my heart. With every breath, wholeheartedly, chase the butterflies. For, on the wings of love, the soul soars to forevermore. Love is the reason, words get lost. Though, my mind can’t find adequate words. What, my heart takes hold of, my soul will express. The depth, the breadth, the words in my heart, clings to the unfailing truth; love is forever. My soul holds it tight, but for my heart to shares it, it doesn’t take might, for love take flight. Real love, doesn’t leave a bitter taste, just a lasting impression. True love, plays like a beautiful song, lyrically spoken, always and forever. Love takes the breath, captures the imagination. Sometimes, holding back the years, easier than holding back the tears. Why, grasp at forever, when you should, tether your soul? My heart, doesn’t need much. Just held forever, in love’s embrace. Trying, to catch your breath, not so easy; when love is the wind. Lifting you, taking every breadth; heart and soul holding, forever!

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In Love’s Embrace!

In love’s embrace, the day, my soul was conceived. The moment, deep love perceived. In the instant, my heart received. Every breath held, by love’s embrace. My heart learning, my soul knowing; life is but a breath, then will never be. In love’s embrace, years, but a day. Seconds seeming hours, days like forever. My soul feels at ease, drowning in love’s embrace. The depth unfathomable, but searchable, love searches the heart. When words are lost, love knows where to find them. Who, can keep my heart from speaking? Love is my voice, strengthened by my resolve. My heart, will never stutter. Even though, my soul at times, speechless. My confidence, my worth, found in love’s embrace. No dread, will ever befall me. In the calm, my eyelids fade, but my love won’t slumber. Just rest, in love’s embrace. Though, calamity lays waiting, in the shadows. Vexation, tries to trip up the heart. Deep in my quiver, love’s arrow, pierces my soul, and brings me home. When, the things of this world, becomes utterly tasteless. My appetite will forever be, the taste of love’s sweet surrender. What teaches my heart, how to be deeply moved. Feeling the breadth, of love’s profound embrace. The heart, wields the greatest victory. When love, becomes the weapon of choice, when diplomacy fails. A soul raised up, to become wise in speech, courageous in hope, mighty with faith. Love, softens the heart, grants success in battles. Deep things are known, when deep love is felt. But, only when you stay; in love’s embrace!

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Her Design!

Last month, marked the one anniversary, of our daughter’s passing. In college, she took graphic design, but never got to fully pursue it. The above picture, was one of her first designs, and that’s her in the picture. For the last few years, I’ve been posting a inspirational Friday post, a picture with words. As of this month, I’m going to create a picture, or two, and add with it inspirational words. Since, she’s not able to pursue her heart. My heart, will be her graphical expression. I will use her love, to help create, share, and dedicate my designed portrayals. Live out her dreams, for her. I hope, you all enjoyed the first instalment!

WCR, Justinea A Richards (March 9, 1990 to March 2, 2021)

Love; the Texture!

The true, texture of a heart, reveals the essence within. The measure, spans the width, the length, the breadth. The depth known, when the crimson hue, release tears of joy. Love’s true texture, beyond the feeling, more than the appearance. In the consistency, the substance woven in. To display from within, what the surface can’t convey. A love that touches, but deeply felt, and gentle on the heart. Profound love, has that certain; Je ne sais quoi. The mind, can’t comprehend, but the heart, feels the ingrained fabric. A love, dipped in a divine quality, it’s tethered to forever. Every day, the characteristic unveiled. The awe, will take your breath, render your soul, utterly speechless. This kind of love, leaves the heart, lost for words. Deep love, paints a work of art. The created feeling, poetry through every emotion. A woman’s heart, a beauty that covers, with the gentlest texture of her love. Men, reveal the texture of your heart; warm, tender, sensitive. Don’t, just let your heart be seen, let it be known, showcasing your deepest love. So, it will be hearts lying, breathless in love’s embrace. When you lay your heart down, kiss love good night. So in the moonlight, love can rock your soul to sleep, and in the twilight, hold every breath tight. And in the morning, love passionately. So, love can whisper into your soul. Your heart, has the right texture!

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To Be, or Not to Be?

How can it Be, my heart protected, from the endless rain? When, my soul won’t stop pouring? We can’t, control what the future brings, change what the past has taken. Yet, what’s not today, can still Be… tomorrow. Questions, find answers. When the heart, is in the right place. The perspective, aligned with the breadth you take, and what, you allow the love within, to become? Love, will Be the only consistency. When love truly speaks, words of life, it will Be. And, when it resonates, a persuaded heart, profoundly will it become. Perpetual love, wielded outside of its peripheral sheath. Will surely penetrate, through and through. To be just, more than the rhetorical; to be, or not to be? Love, doesn’t thrust itself. In its endearing silhouette, true love unequivocal, it will Be… felt. Likened to a crimson hue, a moving expression, a humbling experience. Though chaos looms, never love unbecoming. Into the madness, it comes running. Not to save, but Be, affirming. Peace in the moment, hope for the future!

You, don’t have to be strong, in speech. Just have strength enough, so the love can become, everything it needed to be. To be, doesn’t mean with no mistakes. Just transformed, by what the heart will concede. The answer, to true love, precedes the question. Will you allow it, to be, or not be, in love forever. The breadth of love, catches the heart, when it’s falling. Holds your breath, until breathless becomes your soul. Speaking, through the innermost, from the start, you shall know the heart. Love, kept it mind, never realized; it not in-deed. An act once, needs to be an action seen, over and over. Love, not a play with words, but one’s heart, expressing its sincere characteristic. The opening up of the heart, should end as it began. A sincerely spoken soliloquy, of the love still… to be!

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