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anotherdream Feb 2018
Valentine's is just another day
Where love comes to pass
And dreams come to stay.
Who really likes Valentine's day?
Poetic Eagle Feb 2018
she gave him a smile that knocked down common sense to his knees
Want whispering like silk through through his mind
"Everyday shall be valentines" he assured her
do not wait for valentines to show love ,everyday should be valentines
lets spread love
Charlotte Feb 2018
It has been four
whole months
since you’ve left,
your jacket
still hangs in my closet
and you still have a
draw full your stuff in
my dresser.

We never celebrated
valentines day - yet
I still think of you
and our misfortunes -
of our three year path
that lead to
heartbreak.

Often I break down
I sit on my
knees and pray
that you never meant
the things you said -
I keep your number
saved in my phone
with hearts and x’s and o’s
just in case you call me

which, you have
when you’re drunk or high
when you’re trying to remember
why you hate me -
why my world crumbles
when you’re around
I can’t see straight or
hear the words coming out your mouth
everything you do
for better or for worse
just sounds to me like
you saying

“i love you”
Acina Joy Feb 2018
In my world, you are my light.
Without your smile, you still make it bright.
That’s why, each day is another fight,
trying to make this feeling right.
small poem
Andreas Simic Feb 2018
I sit here and ponder
As I let my mind wander

To the girl that makes my heart race
Who shows me her every grace

The one who has stolen the show
Erased the others who I did know

It’s not her beauty that leads the way
But what’s inside that shines every day

She can make my heart sing
Even when I am not listening

The smile that can light up a room
All the while holding a broom

Amidst these thoughts that stir
Another Valentine’s is here for sure

How to make this one special I plead
Ideas from a magazine I ought to read

Then my mind begins to click
What a great idea to woe this chick

So a call on the phone is made
Hope on a sunny day they have a shade

A knock on the door brings my dear near
Hope I’m right I fear

For the horse drawn carriage awaits
To take us on this very important date

To a place where we can dine
And her smile will shine

When I drop down on one knee
For a future for you and me

Andreas Simic©
Colzz MacDonald Feb 2018
I tried to buy a Valentines
Then I really did not
I definitely thought about it
Still positively not a lot
It is harshly overrated
A complete waste of time
It may not be complicated
Exactly like this rhyme
So not hard to buy something
As a token of my care
There really is nothing
No present out there
Paying money for a card
Is an expense too far
Romance is not truly barred
When your partner is a star
Be thankful for the pleasure
Of my company here each day
Love speaks beyond measure
When you’re romantic in the right way
I did not buy you a Valentines
I am sure your displeasure mounts
Still, I had thought about it
And you know…
…it is the thought that counts
touka Feb 2018
I ask the summer breeze

that seeps around

my cold, uncaring cracks

to sit with me

stay in its place

to keep directing the dance

of busy, buzzing bees

to kiss me every year,

staying rightfully in its season

but to write me of warmth over the holiday

I ask it that its honey-drenched, honeysuckle-sweetened air

would be my valentine
spring, summer
they continue to rear their head
without a doubt, as sure as the sun sets
Megan Parson Feb 2018
With a letter to my love,
Flies away my pet dove,
Unbiased by what it contains,
Or by the ink blots and stains,
Concerned only of her kin,
Lest she be doomed to a bin.

So is my lover and I,
As we stare up at the night sky,
No wall nor vault can keep us apart,
Live only to love, until you depart.

Live for me, you may say,
But not one day will I lay,
Alone sans your sweet embrace,
I, your steps shall retrace,
And live and love you till eternity,
Ends its days of bliss serenity.
Envisaging lovers in the 18th Century. Hope we all find true love, Happy Valentine's Day !!
Jean Sharlot Feb 2018
Bitter is a word
made by the mind
that is written by the hand
and the food that we tasted.

When this goes into our souls
We know exactly what it is
but why does this exist
when all of it were nothing but sadness.
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