"belovedly" poems
Loving you is easy,
because you are belovedly lovable.
You have love handles,
and I never fear falling out
of love with you.
You have loving arms
that you lovingly embrace with.
You are double the lovable
of any other lover.
Many can claim
that love is hard,
but while life is hard,
and we have hit our rough roads
while traveling together,
it has always been easy loving you.
Anyone who doesn't love you
needs a copy of love for dummies...
Because only a dummy would not be able to see,
just how lovable you are.
I could compare you to a nursery full of newborns,
crossed with a gaggle of puppies and kittens,
a playlist of my favorite songs,
a cocktail of aphrodisiacs,
mixed with every memory
of every night spent with good friends,
the laughter of children,
and the Beatles in their prime,
and it wouldn't come close to describing,
just how belovedly lovable you are.
Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 10:29 AM UTC
Rosie’s World
Up, up, up to where?
To mummy’s shoulder so I can stare
Upon my world below,
On books, on toys and teddy, so
Bought belovedly for me to share
With mummy, daddy and those who care
For a world of love, fit to live in
My world, your world, a place so thrilling
Lest we forget the joy of living.
David Applin …… 21st October 2011
Copyright David Applin 2015
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
Island. / by: b.decatoria
My Love is an island.
2.
My love is an island I shall not want I shall not need,
My love is an island on the stream,
On the ocean of tearful dreams, lonesome yet free…
My love is an island, deservingly finds peace
In the light of truth, embrace Belovedly.
My love is an island I shall not want I shall believe….
Sep 21, 2021
Sep 21, 2021 at 3:53 AM UTC
a backlit ode to rooftops
in skeleton suburbs
(like nostalgic,
like naked,
like full of stars and sinking-)
His flannel soul is gripping bruises,
is running madly toward dawns' finished dreams;
endless and grotesque in matching cardigans.
a sloppy ode to lips shaping words
and absurd emotional oversights,
to any uttering reflection that grinds too close to incoherent urgency,
(or to potential delight,)
pressed dizzy into a girl who looks like me;
all soapy panic and sometimes light.
visually brutal,
belovedly torched.
An ode to night like nonsense picks at our shins
reminding us how we don’t add up.
that being here now is already fading,
intertwined,
hardly sacrificed, a small canopied disaster
quietly running out of time.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 9:12 AM UTC
In the past
I only saw what I hated
Later I saw
Qualities in me that I loved
Now I see only
Someone who is loved
Now I realize they are too different things
To be lovely and to be loved
And I'd rather be the latter
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 12:28 AM UTC
There was time i fell something sneaking to my heart,
Drawing closer and closer,
I looked and admired the view though my feet dares not to move,
I tried to escape but fear was all over me,
My lips could barely move,
Obsession took all my might,
I started with words,
Puzzled by your voice,
My pride was all shuttered in vain,
Driving me insane with your eyes that shelters my heart,
You planted smiles to my heart,
Encourage my breath to weaken before you,
And fear began stronger,
Yet you whitened all my rivers with the structure of your beauty,
And lie me belovedly with the essence of my admirations.
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 3:12 PM UTC