Professed Love
Despite
your professed
love for me.
You do not have
what it takes
to be with me.
You must love
me ardently,
above all else,
for eternity.
Your on again off again
commitment cannot sustain.
Your lethargic esoteric resolutions
to constantly go or remain.
Reek of a countenance
lacking the impetus
to love ardently.
Independently attenuated requisites
stridently expressed in arbitration
lack filigree delicate verisimilitude
denoting an inarticulate sincerity.
This perihelion passion
encroaches upon zenith
isthmus stinging tornadoes
frenzied intense devastation.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Gender Imbalance
All he wanted
was one woman.
To love him
ardently always.
One woman.
One faithful woman.
To love ardently.
To love throughout eternity.
She worshiped
Mammon. Money.
He will be deserted.
Together. Never. Forever.
Money is her security.
She knows not. True love.
True Love Is Recipe.
For True Soulful Security.
She chose Mammon.
She chose Money Honey.
She chose not Agape.
She chose not Eros.
‘Mammon is riches
personified as evil’.
‘Wealth regarded as a God
or evil influence’.
Mammon. ‘The god of greed’.
‘The acquiring of wealth[, ]
and belief[, ] that is the most
important thing in life’.
For Mammon he was lost.
For Mammon was her boss.
They will be together.
Together Forever Never.
Dedicated to wise Louise
who believes
money is security.
And knows that people
have a better life, with it,
than without it?
To Louise who lives
like all realistic women
by the balance sheet.
Tortured Materialistically.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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An ardent wish for others
How ardently, now, I wish for others
what I –alas too late – wish -
would have wished - for my own self,
and maybe, for my parents too:
some time in life – it would depend on you –
but not too late, too late –
to sit down together -
each parent, each child, individually –
and maybe with a few days ‘thinking time’ beforehand -
and say – you could take this in turns –
‘Ask me all the questions
which you never, until now, thought to ask...
ask me all the questions
which you never liked or dared to ask...
and I shall answer you…’
and if it goes well (as I pray it will)
you might even incorporate this
into a yearly family occasion:
done with humour and with love;
this is what I wish for you
as ardently as I would have
wished it for myself;
for this is my regret,
for myself; and perhaps, for them..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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In her face I discern
In her face I discern
my sorrow and love
In her eyes I burn
My soul away
For I lost myself
In her countenance deep
In her heart I stay
For her heart keep
My ashes and dust
To gray her heart
And love she must
For one we art.
I have lost myself
And love attained
But love did bane
My soul away
Better to be her ash and dust
Than be me
A nothing without her beauty
So in her heart I did entrust
all that was in me
For in her I could be
the love I discern
and those eyes that ardently burn
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Sometimes With One I Love
SOMETIMES with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse
unreturn'd love;
But now I think there is no unreturn'd love--the pay is certain, one
way or another;
(I loved a certain person ardently, and my love was not return'd;
Yet out of that, I have written these songs.)
poem by Walt Whitman
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Most Ardently, Most Passionately
I love you most ardently, in everything that I do-
I love you most passionately-yet, how might this be true! ?
The way you talk, your voice, those lips of crimson red;
The way you walk-I pay homage to the ground upon which you tread;
Only what you give to me is that which you promise me-
You know that you owe me naught, but to treat me honestly!
I know not bound, nor limit, to how much I loveth thee-
Nor may I count the myriad ways in which I covet thee;
They are both innumerable, as is their origin, Empyrean-
Naught may serve, not even the most beautiful sonnet, Shakespearean-
To properly explicate, to any, the depths of my ardor;
Words may not suffice as such, to enlightenment's barter!
As words surely fail, perhaps my actions make, for others, real-
What it is that I most ardently, most passionately, feel!
-Maurice Harris,27 Spetember 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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Love – self-flowing
Let her be free of coaxing,
Whom you love ardently.
To you if she returns,
She is then only yours.
Love is not a demandable
commodity. Be worthwhile.
07.08.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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For Starters
It's a beginning we all love
more than a middle or ending
the impetus that prompted us
fails, itself expending.
Just as we jump up to see
the newly-risen sun
the heart rejoices ardently
its enterprise begun.
No one remembers the cities in embers
that ended the crusades-
but the way they started's abundantly charted,
the surfeit of fervor and grace.
Entropy compounds. The sea gnaws the shore,
the best knit nets snap and tear
Gods and empires in bogs go down
as Becoming trudges tiredly to Was.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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A Fine Pair We
a fine pair we
you, with lack of passion trust
I, with love balanced on edge.
could you but understand
passion, once sparked
takes on a life all its own
constantly growing and breathing love fire
like an erotic shimmering golden dragon
could I but accept
the simplicity and elegance
of your desire
because it just is.
something akin to the sun
it doesn't ever leave
it just disappears, because it must
oh yes dearest heart
a very fine pair we.
poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
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Two must start a fire
What`s the use of having a harlot or two beside your bed
When you can`t even tell how does it began and where will it lead
What`s the use of the ardent kisses and passionate hugs
If it`s just lust that you have?
Love isn`t lust and lust isn`t love
It`s not either connected on how you act
Lust is like a fire burning bright
But cannot sustain the light all trough the night.
Love is like the woods that keep the fire burning
It lightens the whole room and remove chilling
Love alone can sustain the blaze to remain
Yet it takes two to start it over and over again.
poem by MiJ HeNrieL
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Love Me (Villanelle)
Love me with sincerity,
with the true feelings in your heart
in times of loss and of prosperity
while our influence linger into posterity
and may our lives never part.
Love me with t sincerity,
as if our words and deeds are more than surety
in truthfulness that is something of an art
in times of loss and of prosperity
and when we are old without any dexterity
may our feelings then last and never depart.
Love me with sincerity
that brings feelings to a kind of clarity,
that daily anew does start
in times of loss and of prosperity.
and may we constantly act in solidarity
as if nothing our affections can thwart.
Love me with sincerity,
in times of loss and of prosperity.
poem by Gert Strydom
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What Is Love To You?
Love is you and me
Love is forever
Love is beautiful
Love is commitment
Love is a battlefield
Love is in the air
Love takes patience
Love is fun
Love is like a boat, you and me have to keep it floating
poem by Jacob Gifford
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I Have Not Been (In Love (Decuain)
I have not been in love as just right now
and I have never been so much blessed
have not seen a golden eye that does glow,
have not been by anyone possessed
as to you my love I have professed
and during this late summer or our lives,
no greater true love I have expressed
and there is no one that more freely gives
than you from whom all of my blessings flow,
and no other women I do long to know.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I'm Gonna Write You A New Poem
It seems like every time I sit down to write of you
That it's forced, it's negative, it's a battle, it's depressing too
But that's now how I want you to think that I think of you, because
I actually love you, just pause
And think, and remember that I tried to push you away
In everything... that yo might say
That you'd never love me.
Then I KNOW you'd be happy because I'm just not good enough
Then I try to be tough
And accept the pain, you know, love you enough to let you go.
But I want to make sure that you also KNOW
That I ardently love you, you see
Not every poem about you is negative or about the struggle inside of me
I actually could go on for hours about how much I care
Could go on for hours about your wonderful traits and hair
But the real reason I love you so
Is because you're beautiful on the inside
That is why it makes me wonder why you seem to hide
Behind makeup and pride
Don't you know
That you're enough without all those things
I pray you do, but I know I can't be the one to tell you
I pray you have someone to love for who you are too
I wish it could be me, but I guess that's up to you
So I just needed to write a poem that could say how much I love you
But I don't know the words to say, and I'm scared that if I tell you
All the reasons that I love you
I won't be able to stop, and then I won't be able to let you
Go
poem by David Knox
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The Great Fires
Love is apart from all things.
Desire and excitement are nothing beside it.
It is not the body that finds love.
What leads us there is the body.
What is not love provokes it.
What is not love quenches it.
Love lays hold of everything we know.
The passions which are called love
also change everything to a newness
at first. Passion is clearly the path
but does not bring us to love.
It opens the castle of our spirit
so that we might find the love which is
a mystery hidden there.
Love is one of many great fires.
Passion is a fire made of many woods,
each of which gives off its special odor
so we can know the many kinds
that are not love. Passion is the paper
and twigs that kindle the flames
but cannot sustain them. Desire perishes
because it tries to be love.
Love is eaten away by appetite.
Love does not last, but it is different
from the passions that do not last.
Love lasts by not lasting.
Isaiah said each man walks in his own fire
for his sins. Love allows us to walk
in the sweet music of our particular heart.
poem by Jack Gilbert
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The Two Most Precious Gifts
I would wait for you
for as long as I can,
for as long as I live,
if I can live without you?
I would give you
love and time.
The two most precious, priceless,
God given gifts of all.
My love will shine forth,
as vibrant rays encompassing pure joy;
like a refined radiant golden light,
in your desired destined, divine heart Louise.
My love will give you heartfelt healing peace,
release, from tormented unbidden memories;
set you spiritually, emotionally lovingly free;
to be with me, whenever you think of me, my love.
I will wait ten, ten
or twenty years, for exalted thee.
Then finally, at constantly longed for legendary end;
of this tortuous, horrible Homeric Odyssey;
when my pain felt, labours, journeys;
that time consumingly, I would preform begrudgingly;
as I wait wearied, in quest, in search, ardently for long lost thee;
are finally fulfilled; lovingly, exhaustingly.
When you, my love, are free
to marry impatient me.
If you still want, long suffering me,
that old grey beard,
that if I survive; I shall be;
then I will finally be with thee?
Until fatal moment my beating heart
shall cease pumping, within immortalized me,
but my soul shall dwell constantly with thee,
throughout all those hallowed ages of eternity.
I love you
more than life.
I love you Louise.
For you are my life.
I know you
as I know my own soul.
For you encompass
an incomplete;
missing mated merry half,
of my long separated, suffering soul.
I would give you
mated emeralds and diamonds;
to magically enhance
spiritual splendour and soft sparkle
that shines through
your magnetic eyes; mirroring your sought wondrous soul.
I love you
more than life.
I love you Louise.
For you are my life.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Someone Like Me
We dont need to make excuses
Together we are free
To throw away the rule book
And start with ABC
We can go to all the places
We always wanted to be
It takes a bad girl like you
To love someone like me
If you're looking for a daddy
You won't get that from me
There are things I want to do to you
That he should never see
You will never scare me baby
You can try anything with me
It takes a bad girl like you
To love someone like me
Don't need no little woman
A wallflower's not for me
The only way I want you girl
Is independently
Wont't lock you up in prison
And throw away the key
It takes a bad girl like you
To love someone like me
Not looking for redemption
It's much too late for me
The two of us together girl
Can set each other free
Children need a mother
Buts it's not the same for me
It takes a bad girl like you
To love someone like me
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What's Love Good For? Part II
What's love good for?
First, you must know what love is.
Love is Trust
Love is a Team
Love is an Effort
Love is a Bond
Love is a Vow
Love is Life
Love is Strength
Love is Expression
Love is Faith
Love is a Game
Love is Want
Love is a Connection
Love is Honesty
Love is Togetherness
Love is Equality
Love is Respect
Love is an Agreement
Love is Commitment
These are just some examples of what I think is love. I know that there is many more. But love is a word that says much more than just one.
poem by Sam Popeil
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History...A Sonnet Paramour!
They oft utter; 'to be ignorant of history is to be ever a child'!
Oft too, may they say, chance is only ever for the wild!
Espousals of love proffered, as they proffer hate,
Asked only did I ever, that for 'truth' did they wait!
Irridescent and beautificent, is my love's guile,
Shown through my life, heretofore, and for all the while!
Fears lifted and then made to whither,
Hope and love, from this place, have come hither!
Ever effervescent, ever more innocent...she too for me!
Awakened was I that day...to all I did not see!
Wonder of moment, tragedy of consequence:
Alone, yet never alone, have I been ever since!
Sleep well now my love, for you I shall visage!
Taketh care our future, work ardently shall I from carnage!
Maurice Harris,6 December 2007
poem by Maurice Harris
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The Beggar
The thought of great social solitude,
The sight of everyone having an attitude,
Being the neglected in the maltittude,
The pity viewed in verisimilitude,
The life of a beggar
His clothes torn and stomarch empty,
Always dancing to their tune,
Exploited and greatly tortured,
His presence mean nothing to them,
Their presence mean everything to him
He walks door to door for livelihood,
They dont walk to him to give life,
He is seeking life everyday,
Yet life does not seek him even one day
The beggar with rolling tears
Life like that of a beggar,
Love like that of a life,
Begging for the conditional love,
Do I have to beg your love?
Like the beggar beg for life,
My determinism flashes through,
Im breaking the steel bars my love,
Loosening the metalic chains off,
Love is love, not to be begged for,
Love is love, not to use each other,
Love is love, no need for persuation,
For so long it is love,
I will never be begging anymore,
Such love will be deceit,
Such truth will be fake,
And such commitment will be futile
Such a lover will be like a beggar,
Such a beloved will be like a lifegiver,
And such their love will be a shame
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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A Poem During War (Cavatina) (In Answer To Archibald Macleish)
Not the loss of men, machines or a country
to destiny,
or the farewell of you to whom I long,
or to be free
from the ravages of a unwanted war,
always holds me
like the beauty of the last summer spent;
the deep feelings for you do not relent
as I long for a new dawn without pain
or any fear
while the future now looks very grim
and guns I hear
sending messages of their deadly flame,
nothing is clear
and although we do constantly just win,
the shattering of my soul did begin.
While bullets, rockets and shells do whistle past
your face, our love,
is out of my mind, as like a machine
I act above
the mere decency of being human,
while I do move
from one sheltering onto the next one,
all other thoughts but survival are gone
but still so intense you remain with me,
that I do dream
of your countenance, I see your face;
in clouds like steam
the wounded do for God, each other or
their mothers scream
with the smell of burnt flesh everywhere,
the pain of dying is constantly here.
[Reference: 'Two Poems from the War' by Archibald MacLeish.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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