LOVE poems...

Let's see if we get submissions for this one. I think that most modern poets either shy from this subject or just embrace it like a high school sweetheart on a drunken night at a reunion. It definitely wasn't the easiest for me, but that's what this is all about, right? So, here we go...





Language of Love

by Gabrielle





The language of my life's love

has many dialects:



Sister

Mother

Child

Lover

Friend



The love I feel

is without end.



My ears are always

waiting for their call.



I find that I

translate them all.


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by Michelle

there she lies
asleep on her pillow
the only person I have ever loved
with heart
with soul
to die for
to live for
my being is hers
from birth
she is my joy
my responsibility
my friend
sleep my beloved
dream of your someday
and know
my love is eternal





I am afraid
he came out of nowhere
wanting to break the wall
trying to get in
wanting to share
all I have
and all that I love
he is kind
he is thoughtful
but can I love?
love for me?
love for life?
the wall remains
but brick by brick
fear crumbles
hope seeps in


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by John
(This is a reinterpretation of Dire Straits song ROMEO AND JULIET, as first seen on Mo Rocca's 180 blog.)


ROMEO and JULIO

NARRATOR

A love-struck Romeo sings 180 a serenade
Raising everybody high, well above the common fray,
Finds a hand to hold, explains why he is Gay
Asks something like, “So tell me, What’s a Montague?

Julio says “Keep your voice down Romeo, you want the INS up here?”
Why’d you never say this before, “HAY LA, my best friend’s queer
But still, couldn’t this wait until the morning dear?
Anyway, now what the hell we gonna do?

ROMEO:
Julio, my plan’s to make a wife of you
I will make you legal, Red White and Blue
I’ll have to check, make sure that it’s not wrong
But I can’t imagine, if it is—won’t be for long, Julio?

Now getting to the wedding, that’s another matter entirely
Should we take a limo, a bicycle built for two or taxi?
One thing I’ve gotta do, before the dress rehearsal
I gotta go vote, and VOTE FOR HANK KIMBALL!


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by Monica

beauty - bone deep
distracted momentarily
by the hideous mass,
foul mind in a pretty package
remorse, perhaps
but continued seduction
what more? what for?
vision, vivid, velocity
so great, so smooth
forever trapped
the damage is done


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by Susan

"William"


At 3:02 in the morning
after drinking too much last night
I know he loves me
though he only winks.

I forget how we got where we are
Providence drugged me, I think,
lest I reveal the path.


I don't like much anymore.
I don't trust anything.
I miss my father, Martin Luther King and JFK.
I miss everything that violence has stripped away.
Life is big, ugly and unfair.


William knows this intimately
And knows how I've been searching under our bed for my rose colored glasses
And knows sometimes I cry because it's 3:02 in the morning
And knows I'm as crazy as the next one in my family
And knows how god-damned much I want to live


I am a poet and he only winks
And his silence is as golden
as the rims on the glasses I can't find.


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by Marianne

To My Reluctant Lover

Are you calling me out of pity or guilt?
Please don’t.
I’m dealing fine with my problems,
I don’t need your pity.
I know what it’s like to,
Get involved with someone,
And then regret it.
You can let go of the guilt.
You’re doing neither of us any good.

It’s obvious you’ll never care for me.
Not the way I care for you.
If you wanted me as a lover,
Or even just a friend,
You’d fight to keep me in your life.
But you won’t.
You’d find time to spend with me.
But you don’t.
It would be easier on me,
If you’d just let me go,

I hope you find happiness
I hope you find joy.
I hope you find love.
I hope you find hope.
I can’t help you anymore.
You won’t let me.

Take care of yourself.
Smile and give me a hug,
If ever we cross paths.
And remember,
You will always be,
A special person to me.

Marianne Fuchs
March 07, 2008


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by Andrea

So, I have been working on a love poem but didn't quite like what I had. I was looking through some old papers and found some "love poems" from the improv game Bad Freshmen poetry-if you recall this is a game where you are given either a title or a first line and must type out ON THE SPOT a poem. so- bear in mind these were written in about 10 seconds...
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the title given me was VOMIT

You threw up on my shoes
I didn't mind
It must be Love
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The first line given me was Pablo Neruda says...

Pablo Neruda says,
Mi Amor Mi Amor

Pablo Picasso says,
All women are whores ALL women are whores

Pablo McGinnis from my homeroom says,
Hey, wanna go to a movie?


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by John

M * A * S * H *

I can never love you that way,
but at least we will always have
Chipyong-ni

and your rhyme with “protocol”
@ 3 something in the morning,
and your tales of Poppy in peril.

You dance across my screen
like some cyber-virus- heart -saving
Margaret O’Houlihan

If I could write a love poem
I think it would be this:
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