Well, since I did not post anything regarding Valentine's Day, here is your "love" post.
Do you know any poetry about love? Have you ever written or received a love poem? Can you share a poem you like or have written about love?
Write the poem here and credit the author.
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Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
1 Corinthians 13:4
In your arms,
I want to lie,
And share with you,
How I feel inside.
Your hand so warm,
You hold me tight.
Your eyes have got me,
MeZmEriZeD!
Uncontrollable
Love and emotion,
Only with you,
I feel such devotion.
Sensual Love
Exceeding the limit,
Not a moment goes by,
Without you in it.
In your arms,
I want to lie.
Knowing our love will never die!
-Jackson Jones
I can usually only write about love when I no longer have it. This Valentine's day has been especially hard, having just gotten out of a year and half relationship.
"Im churning water,
struggling for air,
I just fell through the ice,
ignored the signs that read beware,
and the ice wont let me out,
All I want to do is breathe,
I can feel my lungs exploding,
and my insides start to seethe.
Where is that hand to save me?
Melt the ice with a caress,
please take me by the hand,
and pull me out of all this mess.
Please dont let me die,
Cold and all alone.
Still holding my breath,
Is this how I atone?
Pull me out of this frigid water,
and breathe life back to me,
Because with only your love,
can you end this misery."
Sorry the last 2 lines were just kind of a quick ending. Sorry for wasting your time.
We met upon the Internet,
A friendship electronic,
Expressed alone in words and thoughts,
Inevitably platonic.
We live too far apart for us
To mingle in the flesh,
But much more close than family,
Our hearts and feelings mesh.
Your dear, dear self reveals itself
Without a voice or face.
We have our own sweet home within
Our precious cyberspace.
JACKSON JONES
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