#love poems on Hello Poetry

Spicy Digits 2d

Who's guttural laugh is this?
Who's voice with
No sorry's left?

Who is this animal
Who lays out their words
In mosaic rapture?

Sometimes shaking,
Reshaping, reshapened

Who's are these?
And these?
And these?

Bitten hands biting,
Who are they fighting?
DMT curiosity *******,
Rage romancing

Who's face is this
Who's arms,
who's wide legs
of audacity spread?

#self #authentic #knowing #soul #love #deep

ivan 2d

maggots

you’ll meet me where the forest kisses brine.
you’ll find me buried deep in the fertile earth,
circled endlessly by pines;
a cycle thats oh, so divine.

you’ll take my hand while maggots feast,
and you’ll watch, silent,
the parts that belonged only to you,
being devoured by a beast.

but now, i give a new future to larvae.
hope, even.
they touch what was most precious to you:
our love.
which they now cling so close,
as if it was their own true fate.

and finally,
after decades,
we meet again.

our memory will dwindle with time,
our hearts will rot,

but the maggots will always remain there—
their truth is only us.

for my dearest

#love #decay #cycle

Marwan Baytie 2d

IN CHURCH

In church, a quiet, hallowed space,
A moment spun, a gentle grace.
A woman bright, like morning's hue,
Met my gaze, a radiant view.

We left the stone, where shadows played,
And walked together, softly swayed,
To sunlit glade, where whispers bloom,
And whispered tales of life's perfume.

She asked, "How do you take your day?"
A question soft, in gentle sway.
With coffee strong, or tea so light,
A simple start, bathed in morning's might.

"A quiet pause," I softly said,
"Before the world begins to spread.
A moment's peace, before the fray,
To gather strength, in the light of day."

Her smile, a warmth that gently shone,
A mirrored grace, beneath the sun.
"A quiet heart," she softly sighed,
"A peaceful soul, where solace hides."

And in that hush, a bond was spun,
Two souls aligned, beneath the sun.
In church's peace, a love revealed,
A story whispered, to be revealed.

#love #church

Marwan Baytie 2d

Flamebound

Within the spark, a shadow clings.
To claim is to let go of strings.
Each tether tightens, each cord sings.
A heart that's held still grows its wings.
Possession's weight, a gilded chain.
Love burns both bright with joy and pain.
The giving hand shall not remain.
What fire consumes, it must sustain.

#flame #love #***

Mfena Ortswen 2d

#1

It’s rose petals on still waters
It’s a pleasant thought upon which I ponder
It’s a quick kiss that somehow lingers
It’s looking into love’s eyes—one of earth’s wonders

I wrote a bunch of quatrains a year ago. This is the first of them :)

#love #wonder

Laokos 2d

fastidious delinquent

If I stare at a wall
long enough,
I lose track of
what it’s for.

Penguins in the abyss
return with fish
to feed their chicks.

Kiss me
before you remember
what I do
for a living.

Wake me for love
when it buries itself
in dirt.

Love me in pieces
like I’m meant
to be shredded.

Let’s go away
to never remember
ourselves and
forget to return.

Someday, I’m going to
let go of
this guy,
brittle leaves and
pancake batter.

If you ever
meet me,
make a fellowship of knuckles
to pay for the party.

Time’s up.
Make nice
and roll over—
Death’s dancing
with you tonight,
darling.

#abyss #kiss #remember #love #dirt #time #death #dancing #darling

Stephanie Grace 2d

Light outside

I told you that there's light outside
You turned to me
and slowly replied
Can't you see it's the fire in your eyes
Where it comes from only you decide
But nothing shines
nothing shines brighter than
the fire in your eyes

#love #life

somedumbbitch 2d

Lodestone

...There is no element, in existence,
equal, to me,
with the force,
and polarity, of you.

Take me...take me, further in.

I will not,
I could not...ever, resist you.

My will, is hammered carbon;
yet, this contract, of the soul...
it is ironclad.
Draw me,
into the tensity,
of your unbroken field.

Does your ghost, hover
like magnetite,
at the northernmost point,
of its own compass needle?

Does your shadow, dwell
in its arrowhead shape?
Does your heart, steel,
its directional pull?

I cannot pass you by,
but to be drawn,
into the divine gravity,
of your embrace.

Sweet...so sweetly,
do you hold fast, to me.

My lips, shudder,

tremulous,
with an irrepressible urge

to glue themselves
to the nectarine sweetness,
of sunbaked flesh.

Take me...take me, further in.

Leech me, of resistance.
Break me, of my defenses.
Shatter this separation,
that pulses fiercely, between us,

and pin me, to the core, of you.
Keep me, always...
yours, alone;
yours forever...

and worlds, may end,
castles, may rubble.
Entire civilizations,
may fall, to ancient ash,

Before these lips,
could ever dream,
of leaving, you.

#love #connection #magnetism #polarity #metaphor #spiritual #nature #personal #longing #misc

Dianali 2d

Moving out

Box after box,
I was having trouble
with the move—
so much to carry.
Until I understood:
some things,
so fused with the room,
belonged there now.
They weren’t mine anymore.

And in my heart—joy:
I’d left that space
better than I found it.

Some people are houses

#life #love

F Elliott 2d

The Child

Not all was lost
to the beast,
nor to the silence
that sheltered it.

For deeper still,
beneath the rubble
of unspoken years,
the child remained.

Bruised, yes..
but not extinguished.
Hidden;
but not erased.

A breath still moved,
a spark unclaimed
by the darkness.

The beast does not feed  only
on the wound itself,
but on the hollow it leaves behind.
Gaslighting, scapegoating, silence..
all these are its masons;
carving out a chamber in the soul
where the beast makes its abode.

There, in the aloneness of the child,
it feeds from within,
claiming the silence as its fortress;

the emptiness as its throne.

And the door creaks again..
not always the first door,
   but another..
a new figure cashing in
on the void they sense.

Their entry feels like company,
   even love,
yet it is only continuance...
a repetition of the first harm.

Worse still when the creak
is painted with a smile,
when exploitation wears
the mask of care--
   The abode deepens,
and the beast settles further
   into the soul.

Yet the fortress cannot hold forever.
The silence cannot smother forever.
Even the grave-dirt of denial
cannot bury it whole.

For the child endures
where walls collapse,
and the smallest cry
outlives the loudest lie.

The beast devoured much,
but not all.
And in what survives,
the future breathes;
a testimony,
a beginning,

    a voice
    that will not be hushed.

The beast wears many faces. Sometimes it is grotesque and obvious.. leering in the open,
like Tull’s Aqualung.

Other times it arrives clothed in warmth, with a smile painted on as if it were love. Yet both are the same door creaking open, the same continuance of harm.

Be wary, child.
Not only of the door,
but of the smile.

Every silence, every false welcome,
lays another stone.
This is how the abode is carved.
This is how the beast digs deeper..

"Aqualung"
(Excavator of the Unholy Abode)

Sitting on a park bench
Eying little girls with bad intent
Snots running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes,
hey, Aqualung

Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly ******* run,
hey, Aqualung

Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken lung,
oh, Aqualung

Feeling alone, the army's up the road
Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung, my friend,
don't you start away uneasy

You poor old sod,
you see it's only me

Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
When the ice that clings
on to your beard
It was screaming agony?

Hey and you ****** your rattling last breaths
With deep-sea diver sounds
And the flowers bloom like
Madness in the spring?

Sitting on a park bench
eying up little girls with bad intent
Snot is running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes,
hey Aqualung

Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly ******* run,
hey Aqualung

Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck,
hey Aqualung

Oh Aqualung

https://youtu.be/ZHO3vBn_cfo?si=IGwlRY7xoVuOlx6V

The child remains..
Scarred but unclaimed,
enduring as the witness
the beast can never consume.

The child endures
The cry is not silenced

Even scarred, it remains the truest witness.

Even on a lowly poetry site, some of those most popular could be the greatest excavators of the abode.
Be wary, beautiful child

xoxo

#love #childhoodtrauma #survival #truth #hope #light #darkness #serpents #doves #eternity