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