Valentine (Love Poem)
Roses red
Sun shining
Bed blissful
Sheets satin
Lovers laughing
Shower shared
Touch tender
Sex sensational
Nightfall now
Sleep sudden
February 14th.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Purple (love poem)
Roses red
Champagne crisp
Dinner divine
Words whisper
Touch tender
Sheets satin
Bed blonde
Night noir
Passion purple.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Satin Sheets
Chorus:
Satin sheets to lie on
Satin pillows to cry on
Still Im not happy dont you see
Big long cadillacs, tailor maids upon my back
Still I want you to set me free
Ive found another man
Who can give more than you can
Though youve given me everything that money can buy
But your money cant hold me tight
Like he does on a long long night
No, you didnt keep me satisfied
Repeat chorus twice
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Satin sheets to lie on
song performed by by Dolly Parton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Blood Diary
Writing on sleeves
to remember your departure
and becoming a stray cloud.
The maternal touch
of the sky, you can sleep whole life
on dense logics.
White sheets were burning
unannounced in the home.
I lost the key, to open the door.
All I wanted to tell you
about, selling the roses.
Thorns must not go free.
The snake was shedding the skin,
time to hone on whetstone.
The tender loaf was ready.
poem by Satish Verma
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This Fabruary
This February took me to the frosts,
Experienced me by heavy snowstorms,
Wanted to know how much my love costs.
But…I was laughing boldly.
Happiness can't live lonely.
I warmed myself by this verity.
This February tried to cool my heart,
It wanted us to live forever apart.
But…it forgot: March will be a start.
It tried to ice-bound my feelings,
To reveal my longings and likings
Drawing its beautiful paintings.
It tried to show me the ring,
It cried: Forget the spring!
I am the only one! Your king!
It showed me the pictures of the past,
It wanted to say: Love do not last!
All events finish so fast!
I thought: Dear February, you are strange!
The spring will take its revenge!
The whole world will be changed!
You can frighten me, you cold month!
But I will always dance, having a chance!
In Spain under the rain and even in France.
At last this February took Mersey on me.
Tomorrow it promised to let me free.
It was also tired showing minus degree.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 14th of February,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Moonlight
Looking at the moon at night,
I wonder how many lovers
have shared it with delight,
millions and trillions
have enjoyed its golden glow
as they went courting
under it each night.
Moonlight is romantic.
As soon as you say it,
romance springs to mind.
Kiss and cuddling
on the back seats of cars,
lovers walking arm in arm
down leafy lovers lanes.
The moonlight brings
out the best of lovers
here and there.
A walk in the moonlight
something they can both love and share.
5 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Your Tender Touch
Your Tender Touch
your tender touch
reaches this very soul
thirsting and burning
the desire to be with you
and just to be with you
even in my wildest dream
your tender touch
melt my heart and piercing
the very core in me, leaving me
crazy, and so madly in love with you
gazing into your eyes
your hands softly caressing
this body, swaying and swaying
as we gently move into one direction
breaking the silence and stillness of the night
just hold me and caress me
your tender touch melting me again
the fire of our love will always be burning
our one in a million dreams we shared
engulfing in our embrace so sweet..so gentle
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Lover's Garden
Tipped butter yellow-
Glances satin blue sheets
Dawn has a way of making
'Snuggle' so very complete...
Naked shimmers of soft bodies-
Bathed in the heated glow
Perhaps, just another nibble
From the gardens succulent row...
Ah, the garden in the morning-
Two lovers, they get their fill
As the butter rays shimmer-glimmer
Upon the two lovers so still...
poem by Theodora Onken
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Rainbow Shower
Hey rainbow shower, rainbow shower
shower on me, shower on me..
Pick a pink flower, a shy pink flower
and shower on me, shower on me
Hey rainbow shower, I m lost in a hey
Sprinkle the purple orchids n roses
and take me to the bay, oh rainbow shower...
just flower on me, flower on me..
Hey rainbow shower, drench me with colors
cozy blues green gold and yellows,
sparkle the light with shades bright
I m crazy after you, my rainbow shower...
Hey rainbow shower, rainbow shower
Can you dance wid me, yaa dance wid me
Play the tunes of the skies, big grey blues n wise
oh rainbow shower, my rainbow shower! !
poem by Sanjay Kamlakar
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Where There's A Wil, There's A Way {To My Valentine}
Just how romantic should the setting be
To make the scene for loving at its best?
As long as there is you and there is me,
I'm really not concerned about the rest.
Clear skies and sunshine, golden beach and sand,
Four-poster bed and satin sheets of blue?
Romantic these, and really very grand -
But wasted for I've only eyes for you.
In love songs and in poems they are fine
But in real life they don't amount to much,
What matters is your body close to mine
And scenery that's tender to the touch.
Forget the landscape, just remember that
It isn't where you are - but what you're at.
poem by Kristin Nicole RothDavis
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One Sweet Tender Touch
Heartbeat, way down on cove street
Playing to lady luck, awaiting that tender touch
Fantasy is the trick of the dance you see
Hiding that need for love and wanting you close to me
Oh that one sweet and tender touch
Thats what Im missing and need so much
One sweet and tender touch
Bright light
Pretty colours that shine on all through the night
I dont need them, not half as much
As Im wanting your tender touch
And loneliness makes the strongest heart a wilderness
Thats wilder than you see, is wanting you close to me
For that one sweet and tender touch
Thats what Im missing and need so much
One sweet and tender touch
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Your Tender Touch
Your tender touch on my brow
eases all my anguish and pain.
Your tender touch on my cheek
stops the tears that want to fall like rain.
Your tender touch upon my hand
reminds me of our gold wedding band.
We fell in love so long ago
to take one another through sickness and pain.
Now your tender touch reminds me
of our vows all over again.
Our love remains a constant joy
within our passing years.
Still your tender touch can heal
all my wanton fears.
6 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Winter Sunset
Roses in the sky,
Roses in the sea
Bowers of scarlet sky-roses
Take my heart and me.
God was good to make,
This December weather,
All this sky a rose-garden,
Rose and fire together.
To the East are burning
Roses in a garden,
Roses in a rosy field,
Hesper for their warden.
Yonder to the West
Roses all afire,
Mirror now some rare splendid
Rose of their desire.
Pulsing deeper, deeper,
Waves of fire throb on,
Never were such red roses
At sunset or dawn.
Roses on the hills,
Roses in the hollow,
Roses on the wet hedges,
In the shining fallow.
West wind, blow and blow!
That has blown ajar
Gates of God's great rose-garden,
Where His Angels are,
Gathering up the rose-leaves
For a shower of roses
On the night the Lord Babe
His sweet eye uncloses.
All the sky is scarlet
Flaming on the azure.
O, there's fire in Heaven
My heart aches with pleasure.
Leagues of rose and scarlet,
Roses red as blood:
All the world's a rose-garden.
God is good, is good.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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I Only Want To Be With You
You fill this heart with warmth
from your tender touch.
You light up my life
whenever you are around.
You bring a spring to my step
whenever you walk with me,
and I only want to be with you.
Your tender words take
all my blues away.
Your smile lights up life
every single day.
You are all these things
and much, much more,
and I only want to be with you.
26 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Lovers Walk
I wont walk with my head bowed
(be on) beyond caution where lovers walk
My love walks where threes a crowd
Beyond caution where lovers walk
Lovers walk, lovers scramble
Beyond caution where the lovers walk
Lovers step, shuffle and gamble
Beyond caution where lovers walk
Lovers trip, lovers stumble
Lovers dip, lovers fumble
Lovers lip where love has crumbled
Beyond caution where lovers walk
Lovers strut, lovers stroll, lovers leap
Lovers late, lovers wait
Making promises that they cant keep
Lovers link up arm and arm
Lovers slink up, lovers charm
Lovers drink up and come to harm
Beyond caution where lovers walk
Love is gone and its no ones fault
Love has stopped here, lovers halt
Lovers dont walk, lovers run
Will you look what love has done
Will you look what love has done
Will you look what love has done
Beyond caution where lovers walk
Now loves limping on a lovers crutch
Looking for a hand with a personal touch
Beyond caution where lovers walk
song performed by by Elvis Costello
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Satin Sheet and Pleatings
The satin sheets allowed us to use for sails
the billowy white pillow cases
where on your hair splayed
as if blown there by the wind;
I took my long breath amazed
at the sight
while being the oarsman stroking my oar
sailing your body sleek
and you my propeller moving me
we both breathing
both contributing to the gathering water spout;
where thrashing waves explode beneath;
where crests and troughs
meet
where finally all oxygen is inhaled.
Tremendous expirations
blow-an indoor summer breeze-
until there is beneath us
only the glassy, calm sea
on our satin sheets
pleated and unpleated
marking our love-making there.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Red Roses
Red roses for a lady blue
just to show her
that your love is true,
that you will never wander
with the setting of the sun
and that she will be at your side
for a long, long time to come.
Red roses are a symbol
of love eternally
when you give them to someone blue.
It spells out love for eternity
and the month of February,
when winter begins recede
comes a day of flowers, Valentines Day.
Special cards with hearts
printed all over them,
red roses for love true
just to stop the lady
feeling sad and blue.
Red roses to say a simple thing,
darling I love you.
1 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Pounding Sexuality
Hounds on the prowl...
Wolves in silk and satin,
Growl.
Tasty morsels loose unleashed.
Waiting unsuspectedly,
To dangle and mesh...
A hidden inner beast!
Pounding sexuality,
And tearing the seams from sheets!
No one lays a victim here...
It is clear these dogs only stalk,
And eat
Fresh and tender meat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Rose
The Rose was given to man for this:
He, sudden seeing it in later years,
Should swift remember Love's first lingering kiss
And Grief's last lingering tears;
Or, being blind, should feel its yearning soul
Knit all its piercing perfume round his own,
Till he should see on memory's ample scroll
All roses he had known;
Or, being hard, perchance his finger-tips
Careless might touch the satin of its cup,
And he should feel a dead babe's budding lips
To his lips lifted up;
Or, being deaf and smitten with its star,
Should, on a sudden, almost hear a lark
Rush singing upthe nightingale afar
Sing through the dew-bright dark;
Or, sorrow-lost in paths that round and round
Circle old graves, its keen and vital breath
Should call to him within the yew's bleak bound
Of Life, and not of Death.
poem by Isabella Valancy Crawford
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The Rose
The Rose was given to man for this:
He, sudden seeing it in later years,
Should swift remember Love's first lingering kiss
And Grief's last lingering tears;
Or, being blind, should feel its yearning soul
Knit all its piercing perfume round his own,
Till he should see on memory's ample scroll
All roses he had known;
Or, being hard, perchance his finger-tips
Careless might touch the satin of its cup,
And he should feel a dead babe's budding lips
To his lips lifted up;
Or, being deaf and smitten with its star,
Should, on a sudden, almost hear a lark
Rush singing upthe nightingale afar
Sing through the dew-bright dark;
Or, sorrow-lost in paths that round and round
Circle old graves, its keen and vital breath
Should call to him within the yew's bleak bound
Of Life, and not of Death.
poem by Isabella Valancy Crawford
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My Mind
Lovers' blues,
I am an artist and a poet;
And of the roses of love that we shared last night,
For my mind is now all over you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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