"storge" poems
I wish Americans spoke Greek.
Did you know that there is more
Than one word for
Love, in the Greek language?
Agape. Eros. Storge.
And Philia.
Agape.
Unconditional love.
UNCONDITIONAL. Love.
I cannot even
Comprehend. How much
Love that is.
Unlimited. Unrestricted.
Unconditional.
That's how all love should be.
Eros.
Passionate love.
Sensual, emotional,
Romantic love.
The physical side...
Of love.
Intense, this kinda love
Needs a while to come out.
Don't rush.
Storge.
Love as affection.
Parents love their children,
Wives love their husbands.
Acceptance into a
Special place in someone's heart.
Familial bonds. Caring love.
And Philia.
Loyalty to others,
Mental love.
This is the love between friends.
The love of objects,
And places, etc.
Not unconditional,
Not passionate,
Not affectionate. But just,
Love.
Our one word,
Love, is broken into
Four words.
I want to be Greek,
I want people to know what
Kinda of love I mean,
When I say,
"I love you."
To people.
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
No ero love over here, no passion at all
Shame! Shame! Shame!
No ludus love over here, I'm very monagmous
No storge love over here, well then again we may have a little storge love going on
Pragma love, could be from both of us but would it really be love?
Mania love is all that we have, we go through the highs and we go through the lows when you're high
Agape love, no we don't have that , it would be lovely though
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
I just don't get it.
I don't quite understand.
If you love me and I love you.
Why can't that be enough in the end?
I can't help but feel like I'm being compared to your ex life.
It's like you already have it figured out in your own mind.
Your biggest thing in the beginning of us was hope.
Sounds like now you're letting life get in the way of that.
I guess I always knew that it couldn't stay how it was in the beginning of us.
It never does.
But, I just thought maybe if I held you tight enough you would finally see that
I love you even in spite of me.
Because I still remember our first kiss and I still get chills at the touch of your hand.
I still get excited to see you and I love waking up next to you in bed.
I haven't lost my passion for you not even a little bit.
You still intrigue me and turn me on.
I know what it's like to be scared and have doubt consume you.
I've experienced both in this relationship a time or two.
But, I've never doubted my feelings for you.
And I've never been scared of you.
I don't know how I'll ever make you see that being loved by you is more than enough for me.
I don't care about the world because you have set me free.
I believe in you and me.
So we can't just give up when things get tough.
I'll never try to keep you if this isn't where you want to be.
But I will try for you and hopefully then you will see that I love you.
Beyond reason and I'll love you beyond all time.
I don't give up on the things or people I love.
It's just not in me you see.
Because I believe love will always find a way.
No matter what has happened.
No matter what comes to be.
I can be okay with that as long as you're here with me.
Because you are my king and I the jewel in your crown.
One doesn't shine without the other.
We have tested theories and proven ourselves wrong a million times.
I don't know what it's going to take for you to not be scared and just love me.
For me it took a lot of courage and time.
I don't know what you need from me to make you feel okay or convince you that I am here to stay.
I won't abandon you I've told you that from the start.
I won't give up on you or stop trying to mend your broken heart.
Agape, Eros, Philia, Storge, take your pick.
It doesn't matter how you say it, because it's all the same in the end.
© Ashley Rodden. All rights reserved
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
S
o when I die, burry me inside the deepest of graves
farther than six-feet-under, because if I’m that close
I won’t behave. I’m too close to him, through the earth
I feel his sins, and they keep me alive until
T
omorrow. When the quiet life subsides, there’s no blue
left in the sky, and the life we thought we lived was just
a happy little lie. **** affection, I don’t need it, all my
lies will supercede it, and I don’t need some therapist
O
ver-analyzing my thoughts, because I’m already dead.
Love was just a word we made up to feel better about
the holes in our shoes and the ones in our hearts, and
maybe I’m not over him, but I’m over the thought of him
R
eaching out and grabbing my hands, he’s a boy, not
a man, and he’s too afraid to whisper ‘I love you, too’
because he’s too busy trying on a new pair of running
shoes, and I know he won’t ever love me, even though
G
od and him both tell me to wait and see, and I know he
won’t stay, even though he swears he’s anchored to me
and I know when the sun sets, he’ll be nowhere to be found
just burry me at least seven feet under the ground, ‘cause the
E
arth will love me more than him, and the frigid temperatures
will remind me where I am, and the sun will bleed down promises
(not so empty this time), and my corpse will be the breeding
ground for new life. I don’t love him, but I’m glad he killed me…
I always wanted to be a flower.
Now I get to be a whole bed of them.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC
All the words of love are written,
To my darling, my lover, and best friend,
I am ravished by these thoughts of you,
From every sunrise 'til the day's end.
The day we met, our journey began,
But it began with the end of another.
We brought with us Philautia love,
Loving ourselves before each other.
Ludus makes us dance in the rain,
Like children who love to play.
We joke and tease and tickle,
And we'll be forever young this way.
Eros pulls my eyes in your direction,
Consuming your body with my mind.
Its passion joins our flesh,
And sends chills along my spine.
Philia opens our hearts to one another,
As our friendship blooms like flowers.
We share interests and even secrets,
And talks that go on for hours.
Pragma should take years to mature,
But instead of 'falling' in love we 'stood.'
We committed ourselves in a mere moment,
To forever love each other, we would.
Even Storge has a presence here,
In the eyes the children see you through.
This familial love makes this a home,
And is complete because of you.
And now I find myself in Agape,
A culmination of all of the above.
It is selflessness and sacrifice,
And it is the epitome of love.
All these words of love are written,
To my darling, my lover, and best friend.
I promise you this Agape love,
From now until this journey ends.
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 4:24 PM UTC
I've decided that should anyone
years from now
discover my body
I want them to find me blind-
not from grief and sadness that I saw
but from the beauty my eyes beheld.
I want them to find
the disks in my neck worn-
not from lifting my nose at the inferiority of this place
but rather due to the fact that I was constantly gazing up
simply to remind myself that I get to be a piece in it all.
I want my lips to have trembled, smiled, spoken, gaped
my ears to have listened, to have listened, to have heard
my wrinkles to be evidence of laughter, evidence of worrying
my hands to have been held,
to have fought, grasped
and most importantly to have let go.
When they find me
I want my piercings to be evidence of my interest in pain
and the calm that follows.
I want my body to be riddled in love
agape, philias, eros, storge
I want my scars to be testaments to
my fearlessness, my carelessness,
my courageousness, and my curiosity.
Should they find my spirit gone
should they find my body dead
I want them to know
I want them to know I lived.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
by: R.A
Treating someone as a meaningful thing
Regrets create, the effect it means.
But how sure they are, if love will bring
Faults and mistakes in this world that we’ve been?
The reasons we live to achieve our goals
Agape, Storge, Philia, and Eros.
The cycle, pattern, and the sequence of cause,
A perception we lost like a withered rose.
Do not expect anything in return
The truth concede no need to concern,
Love can exchange, a thing to discern.
Retain the patience, we need to learn.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC
We sit there in the morning,
Me in your shirt, you slipping on mine,
Cold coffee in a cup I know you'll leave
But I give to you any way (it's tradition).
We spent last night inches apart
So close that our hair might have switched
Or your eyesight sharpen and mine diminish
To swap our pupils round.
We chew the names of old friends out like popcorn
Barely a breath given to any individual-
Me asking about yours, you teasing about mine
The two of us (mostly) never not in agreement.
It's been this way, one might say,
For 14 years and a little over that, too,
Not that I remember clutching your hand as we lay
Belly to belly on a baby rug with our parents watching.
Your smell becomes mine, so I associate it with home-
Sweet and fresh like candy tulips and soap.
We may as well be one; this is how little our paths diverge.
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 3:56 PM UTC
there are many types of love
while I might feel phileo towards him and
eros towards her and storge towards Her
I might feel agape towards you
and I would say that the difference between romance and friendship
while I thought it was *** for a long time,
is not- it is something more, intangible
an inseperation between souls
a terrible desire to be one-
a necessity of agape between the two
and a feeling that you will be insufficient
without it.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
”Tell me about love.”
I can define it,
I can recommend books,
I can list the symptoms and effects,
I can prattle off agape, philios, storge and eros.
I can recite a poem, or a sonnet by Shakespeare,
but
I
can’t
describe
it.
“Tell me about loss.”
I can see it,
I can observe it,
I can sympathize with it,
I can parrot motivational phrases,
I can list coping mechanisms and techniques,
but
I
can’t
mean
it.
“Tell me about life.”
I live it,
I know of it,
I can speak of its origins,
I can tell stories of its endings,
I can watch it go by, try to find meaning in it,
but
I
can’t
embrace
it.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
i remember days where i curled into corners and pressed against walls to hide from things i couldn't get away from and i remember your scowl when you found me and your pathetic excuses and the way you looked at me as you told me to stop because i wasn't allowed to be upset.
i remember being home alone with you and how the one time i stood up to you i didn't stutter but your shouting about respect shut me up and i don't always flinch when you ball your fists anymore but i would be lying if i said that i'm no longer terrified when you raise your voice.
i remember failing to blink back tears and trying to pretend i could escape as you dragged me to the bathroom and said that i was being ugly because i said no when i wasn't allowed to, and i remember feeling like the ground was shaking because you looked at me like i was a failure and god i believe(d) you.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 7:52 AM UTC
Eros
Someone who tastes like
Ramune and Faygo, smells
Like Shenandoah
Mania
Waiting for six months
Only to find that you are
Eighteen and fourteen
Philia
Eyes just like snowmelt
Soft, cool, and fresh in the spring
Small signs of some hope
Ludus
A homecoming dance
Bumping bodies in a crowd
When your date ditches
Agape
The news surrounds us
Against suburban ap'thy
We are fighting back
Storge
Speaking of the sea
Advanced chemistry, and of
Secrets kept from mom
Pragma
One year of dating
But the sun and earth go back
Farther than we do
Philautia
Maybe we'll see it
Like a rose blooming forth from
Torrential blizzards
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
hot meals cooked by Mom,
gone, replaced, hollow airports
absence of storge
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 4:43 PM UTC
EROS : body
every teen show I ever watched that set up love
daydreams
PHILIA : mind
the ideas spouted by happiness in one quick moment
my brothers when we laugh until we cry (and every other memory of them)
AGAPE : soul
innocence of newborns
breathing fresh air
STORGE: child
my mom crying because she’s proud of me
comforting hugs from her
LUDUS: playful
small animals
every time I talk to you
PRAGMA: longstanding
things that have
yet to come
PHILAUTIA: self
what I learned to do two years ago
everything I want to give to you (no one can give it to you but yourself)
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC
If I cried, would it hurt less?
If I screamed to the top of my lungs,
Would the pain disappear?
Back and forth it's become a norm
Don't I deserve a chance at happiness?
Go through it all over again
Just with different people
And in different forms
Philia, Storge and always returned Ludus and Eros.
The disappointment and disgrace
All could never measure to the suffering
Why is it so easy for you?
Why do I have this heart?
Why trust when you fall for the same trap?
Above all,
Why don't I have the voice,
The strength to screech
Why does even the thought fail me?
All I want is to cut my chest open
And release the tear logged heart caged within
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 6:38 PM UTC
What drives a person to love,
or so they call it?
What drives a person to madness
that clouds blur the line between
reality and fiction?
What drives a person to craziness
to the point that every hope
becomes desperation?
Is it the sincerity of feelings
harbored for years,
rehearsed and directed;
shared among peers,
or is it the vile desire
for personal satisfaction,
unanswered by simple
words of attraction?
What, in the name of love,
starts from point A to point B?
The answer?
Nothing
because what is perceive
by the majority
is that love starts from a point
towards a definite
line of singularity.
But love isn't a trip;
it's a journey
to the unknown realm
of one's humanity.
It soars through the skies,
and navigates the seas;
and changes every time,
every season, like a tree
that blooms, grows and dies,
but once it gains its ground,
love is yet another journey
towards the profound.
It is never about the person
to whom one expresses oneself
and it is never about the person
expressing oneself.
It's never about the person,
but the experience to it.
It's about growth and commitment
with the world in it.
It is the meals everyday,
not the food.
It is not a street;
it's a neighborhood.
It's not just the ground,
but it's also the air.
It's supposed to be found
here and everywhere.
Love,
goes from point A to point B,
then it moves to C, D, and also E,
and even after love goes to Z,
there will always be a point A,
where one can restart and see,
all the points one came across
which changed one's humanity.
Love,
never stops,
it's only the person that does,
for love is a force of nature
that shifts reality;
it never fails and it never will,
it's only the person
which fails to see,
the supposed change love can bring
to one's capacity
to realize the reality
bounded by the ways of love.
Love,
is never some thing;
it is something that isn't
material nor is it a feeling.
Love,
is an entirety of being
towards the world
one is living,
for love isn't just romantic,
platonic, nor storge-ic;
it is never just the term,
never just actions,
nor it is just feelings,
nor it is just efforts,
nor it is just confessions,
nor it is just gifts,
nor it is just commitments.
Love,
is everything at once
after everything starts to make sense.
Dec 24, 2019
Dec 24, 2019 at 5:14 AM UTC