#lovepoems poems on Hello Poetry

Lara P Feb 2019

I have always been a lot to handle;
I feel too much, talk too much.
My sensitivity is my weakness
And my strenght.

I can feel the Earth moving
Under my feet,
I can hear the wind praying,
And the song of the sea.

And the forests, they call me
To explore them all.
But I'm in the city,
So how can I hear their voice?

There is so much to me,
From loud laughter to excessive talks,
From quiet nights filled with thinking,
All the way to stupid jokes.

A storm rages inside my head,
Ready to sink all the ships
To the bottom of the sea,
So please be a submarine.

Explore my depths, love them all,
For no one else was brave enough
To stay and try to tame my soul.
I think you will be the first to know

The real me.

I don't trust people easily, but you? Oh, I trust you completely, and it scares me. So I will show you my entire self, and you decide if you'll still want to kiss my lips and hold me close.

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Sophie Feb 2019

Alone without you

I hate you Arnold shortman!
I hate how you make me feel
Weak
Needy
Alone without you
I hate that I think about you
Every minute
Every hour
Every passing day

I hate that I dream of you
I hate that I need you
I hate that I want you
Weak
Needy
Alone without you

I hate that you love me
It means I have to love you back

I wrote the poem down, thinking of whose name to use as my love interest and i remembered the Nickelodeon cartoon 'Hey Arnold'. Helga Partaki's obession with the short and witty Arnold shortman.. In my case Arnold did love Helga.

#love #lovepoems

Earl Cooper Feb 2019

My Precious Sunshine

very subtle,
the morning allows these past 8 hours to be welcomed with sunshine,
Oh....my precious sunshine,
dose thou not inhale it’s own magnificence,
the radiance of your glow,
to the warmth of your waves,
you are home,
in so many ways. .

#love #poems #lovepoems #life #beauty #loving #blackpoets #black #poetry #blackpoems

yellow-thoughts Jan 2019

who in the end

I left you or you left me
who really knows
everything was so tangled
I slipped out and run away
sorry wouldn't be enough
but who knows, who cares
I'm putting blame on you
cause that's what I have learned
to never blame ourselves
but others
so who in the end
deserves that apology?

[M.A.]

i have been through some stuff, but in the end, im back, hope you will get my poems... :)

#loveburst #lovers #love #blame #pain #back #poetry #lovepoems

Debbie Doll Jan 2019

Tabitha

Roaming the fields of love
With his Heart in a dark glove
He saw from a far distance
A creature with perfect appearance

This creature was rather perfect
It hit like a storybook affect
She gazed the hallway
With some sort of allay

Her presence to him felt affray
Like some sort of aggressive lay
It felt like an ever winding journey through the blear
So far away from here,
Yet trying to draw them near

He came close asked her name with a delay of response; she smiled and said: Tabitha is mine name.
With a look of satisfaction on his face
He smiled and murmured to himself "Little Girl"

And there they both knew
It was meant to be
Or was it?
He gave her flowers everyday
But;
She picked all the pedals off of all the flowers
But in her heart;
She knew he loved her
Or did he?
_Debbie Doll

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Brenda Mukisa Jan 2019

While I exist

I am a black girl with locs
I wear head wraps and put on African prints
I do not speak with an African accent
or religiously follow the traditions.
For that I am not African enough.

One says he loves me
One looks at me enough to burn holes into me
One comes looking for me only to act like he doesn't know me
One winks and seeks attention when I'm done giving it
One.... one said He can never like me
That one I think I like most
For that I'm foolish.

I am a small girl
I however seek to loose weight more
than people way fatter than me
They all say my size is okay but they are not
my brain and thus don't get to feel fat the way I do
For that they say I'm ungrateful.

I appreciate black men
I just prefer white men
I try not to date black men long time
For that I am racist to them.

I speak to my parents but don't go out
of my way to spend time with them
Past hurt and experiences and avoidance
of future heated discussions leads me
For that I am ungrateful.

I sit in my house and cry.
I cry at worship and feel less and lost most of the time
I take smiley pictures and eat a lot of ice cream
For that I am happy.

I love eating at restaurants and cafes
I love ice cream , cake and wine
I don't like food and rarely eat
I take pictures of my food and ice cream a lot
For that I am a show off

All assumptions, all untrue, all your thoughts
Ask me my name and hold me when I feel I'm falling apart
Love me on days I cant love myself
Ask me about me first.
Then think truths about me.

the girl behind the assumptions.......

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Brenda Mukisa Dec 2018

Out now

I don't know how.
God! I didn't even try
But somewhere along the way,
I fell out of love with you.

12. December. 2018.
11.58am

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Ananya Bansiwal Dec 2018

You were my happy mistake

I thought
you were the sunlight
slicing my dark
when all you did was
sketching everything black

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Logan Robertson Nov 2018

Cupid Arrows in the Feet

Is that you my little tigress
I see you
So covert
In oranges shaded in black
Peeking through the blades of grass
Your eyes darting at my movement
We're both in this jungle
Called life
On this last visit
You tiptoe closer
Your eye candy melting
Vitamin C runs amok
My heart beats past your orchard
I see your teeth
Whiter than the piano keys
Lined hungrily
Sharper to take me to mill
But it's that tounge
Carrying a war of words
From your  tundra you bring lightning
My feline is hurt
Am I to prey
You let out a roar
Forsaken are the trees
The ground bellies up
In sync
Your words
Carrying me lower in debt
Change will be  sparse
My pockets empty
Of heart
My eyes, like the mist
And wander away from you
We cried that night
The moon and stars having a front seat
The ushers of fate not to be
A buzz
With Cupid arrows
In the feet

Logan Robertson

11/27/2018

Your writer loves to use play on words, homophones. For example mill-meal, thundra-thunder, feline-feeling, prey-pray, foresaken-shaken, debt-depth, sync-sink, like the mist-dismiss, not to be (a bee) a buzz, Cupid arrows in the feet-in defeat. I do remember that night. We both worked at a small hotel. It was the last face to face. It rained. It stormed. I sought better weather. When I look back, and my heart still thinks of her, maybe my thinking was clouded.

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