Poems of Love

As we start the month of February, I thought I would share with you all some poems of love written by me as well as a few of my favorites by others. 


BREAK THROUGH
by Linda M. Rhinehart Neas © 2010

Looking up from the reading,
Our eyes meet.

Muted whispers fade to white noise -
        colors swirl -
the beating of my heart
        syncs with yours.

I blink, taking off my glasses
        so that you will no longer be visible.

Too late! 

Your look is etched
        in my heart.



CONSENSUAL
 by Linda M. Rhinehart Neas © 2010

Dancing around each other,
we denied what was obvious
   to everyone else.

Months past as we carefully
held ourselves in check -
unable to let go.

Finally, a life-line thrown,
     permission granted,
we now dance arm-in-arm


WORDSMITH
For Roger, who writes the music of my heart
by Linda M. Rhinehart Neas © 2009

The words sit on the edge of thought
waiting to appear on the page.

Some dive headlong,
         rushing to fill the blank space.
Several are lost to the eraser,
      while others are put aside for later use.

But, there are those who
wait with the patience 
of a thoroughbred,
     knowing the moment to shine
                 is only a breath away.

These words are placed deliberately,
   one 
      after 
         the other,
forming an expression of emotions -
feelings - which can only be created
by those who craft words 
in poems or
         songs or 
             declarations so beautiful,
                             so powerful, as to take
mere mortals breath away.



The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,
they're in each other all along.

From Essential Rumi
Translated by Coleman Barks



I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too --
And angels know the rest.


I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.

by Emily Dickinson

Love poems have a significant place in our society.  We take them out and dust them off each February.  
 
I propose that we leave them out this year.  Post them where we can look at them daily.  Recite them aloud to our family and friends.  
 
Perhaps, this will help us remember that Love isn't relegated to on day a year.  Love is a way of life that is practiced 24/7.

Namasté!

Comments

Martin said…
Beautiful love poems Linda:)

Allow me to share one with you:

Blossomed Love

Began one day, from a simple seed,
Did not give in, to any weed.
Nourished with a constant light,
It grew strong, with all its might.

Survived tough times, and even a drought,
Bond of - Soils, no one could doubt.
With proper nutrients we created a stem,
One in a million, like a gem.

Over time, we secured our roots,
Let us enjoy those precious fruits.
Our love possesses a special power,
It has blossomed like a flower.
Linda said…
How lovely, Martin! Thank you for sharing it with us. May you be wrapped in warm love and gentle peace!
Eliza said…
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,
they're in each other all along.

OMG that is beautiful!!!!!!!

P.S. Tell your hubby I play guitar and sing too :-)A joyful house is one full of music.
Linda said…
Why am I not surprised, Eliza? (about the guitar)

A joyful house is one filled with music! Roger begins and ends our day playing music for me. It is heavenly!

Hugs!
Jen said…
What lovely poems. Makes me want to fall in love again.
Linda said…
Thanks, Jen! I fall in love again each time I see my dear Rog bringing me tea as I struggle to write something others will find helpful or when I gaze into the eyes of my grandchildren (actually, I fall in love with any baby!).

Be well!

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