Love Poetry

Mine is the poetry section. Gotta love that poetry! lol whats yours?
- ?Denmark?[owner of puppy love]

I love writing poetry, not the emo kind of stuff but like the people and good things about life. I want to see if people are interested in reading poetry so let me know what you guys think!! Please keep negative comments to yourself! Thanks!!

Alex
- Alex S

I’m a guy and I write alot of poetry, mostly love poems, is that a turn on for girls or was that like, last century (^__^)
Please help…
- blinX

Can anybody be published in the Poetry.com anthologies? Are you only published if you buy the anthology? Also, does everybody who submits a poem get an offer for a Who’s Who in Poetry Pin and Medallion?

I love to write poetry and think it would be great to see some of my stuff published in their anthology, and the medallion looks great….but I kinda believe anyone who submits any piece of crap poem gets the same offer.

Does anyone know if the honor is real or they just want your money?
- Jen

can somebody please help me write a few lines of a poem
make sure its original with the name tyrone in it
i’ve written about 8 lines..
i would write them up but they have personal memories in it which i dont really want to put on the internet..

i would prefer it to rhyme but it dont have to
it just has to have his name in it ..

love xox
friend/ boyfriend
- Yes I Am

Letting go

Love is hard to leave
Letting go is harder than seems
A sweet gentle is all you might miss
But to someone else it’s heavenly bliss
Letting go doesn’t mean to stop loving
It means to stop hurting

Forgetting is hard to do
A kiss can’t be forgotten
A touch is easy to miss
To love and forget is highly impossible
Letting go doesn’t mean to forget the memories
It means to stop letting them haunt you
There was some spelling mistakes this should be better: Letting go

Love is hard to leave
Letting go is harder than it seems
A sweet gentle touch is all you might miss
But to someone else it’s heavenly bliss
Letting go doesn’t mean to stop loving
It means to stop hurting

Forgetting is hard to do
A kiss can’t be forgotten
A touch is easy to miss
To love and forget is highly impossible
Letting go doesn’t mean to forget the memories
It means to stop letting them haunt you
- bmsogirl

Blank verses
Like an empty canvas
Stares at me
Relentlessly
Insisting me
To create
Some kind of art
Of hate
Or love
Of joy
Or despair

An art in which
I have lost touch…
- Damsel McDreamy

I cant apply for scholarships, i recently entered college and i need to pay for it; ive been writing poeams and lyrics since i was very young, meaning i have many but only about 40 i would consider worth reading… that actually does sound like a lot…they are about the world, society, love, us people and our denial towards our surroundings… please help!
- lol

I’m NOT looking for poetry on love.
I want original poetry.
Poetry with a cryptic meaning.
Bob Dylan had some interesting poetry, and I also found these amazingly good:

A night visitor creaks open
a random chance
as I turn over and wake up
in semidarkness where the shapes
of shadows slide between the form
and the formless field of receptors.
Is it the movement or the awareness
that sends it fleeing?

There are women in cabinets,
erotic knickknacks,
for sale, bathed in red
and lonely, sudden breaths.
There’s a Dixieland trombone laughing
in the distance. With the cameras
and the knuckles rapping on the windows
everybody’s floating on the beat.

In the park people stroll
as 2 grey llamas run
circles around a cow
asking them to stop
with each new dust cloud revolution.
The llamas don’t stop.
No, the llamas don’t stop.
Some guy hands me a flyer
for a coffee shop. A beggar says
“I am Dutch, therefore I speak English.”

Across an open offwhite rib cage
stands a colossal hologram
in oil paint and the willfully
captured light of the eye’s fire
burning from the inside out
a center of light that even now sends
the viewer onto a chromatic bridge
between the nucleus and the orbit.

Sunny is an Australian
musing at the end
of the Heineken Brewery Tour.
She brushes back her long brown hair
with a newly acquired backpacker’s hand.
“We’re all convicts you know,” she says,
“or descended from convicts.”
Her face doesn’t get any whiter
but her lips part.
Luckily, we have beer.

If you know any poetry like this, or interesting please post the website or poem.

Thank-you
- MirandaLee[:

April 20 Monday 2009

Acknowledgment:
Winter’s Tears

I want to thank all my friends and family
For Pushing and Inspiring me to
Never give up my dream. I love you all
So very much Thanks for not giving up on me
And thanks for making all my dreams come true.
- ?Lilah The Freedom Fighter?