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Posted: 11/2/2009 7:10:13 PM | Would like to hear others' fav love poems... or their own originals are all the better
The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.
~ by Maulana Jalalu'ddin Rumi ~
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| Circles Of Orange love poems :hug: :heartyou:
Posted: 11/2/2009 7:37:50 PM | oh...i love rumi...what a beautiful poem!!
here's another one i love!
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like,, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big Love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you quite so new
~ee cummings | |
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| Circles Of Orange love poems :hug: :heartyou:
Posted: 11/4/2009 10:10:32 AM | I wrote this a long long time ago and have always loved it;
really I can't shake this off
it was like beginning to .......love?
what is that exactly?
how does it feel?
(I guess), how would I know, just a guess, I suppose
hard to say, possibly a game
a retoricle question with no real answer
so people search for just one name to remain on their lips through time
why? what does that bring?
is that love? how?
I wonder if I want to know what love really is,
perhaps what it is "supposed" to feel like
does this "love" involve pain?
so what is love exactly?
a question? an emotion? a game?
I really enjoy the other poems too! | |
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| Circles Of Orange love poems :hug: :heartyou:
Posted: 11/9/2009 6:33:23 AM | Thank you 1stSight, I suppose this new poem written last night would answer them, except for romantic love which I have not yet had.
How strange it is my love has changed
moreso, meaning its defined differently.
It once was confused with an angry obsession,
which seems to closely resemble intense passion.
I wished to not be alone all the time
so each time I had a man I labeled him "Mine"
When this 'love' changed its course,
and we parted ways,
I moved on very quickly to wanting the next one to stay.
I broke up with them before they broke up with me
because I was trying not to have my 'love' hurt me!
Doesn't 'love' hurt usually??
...........Seems Love is not what I was thinking,
I was drunk on immaturity
But that immaturity led to experience,
and love is much different now.
Now love begins in yourself, and only from there, it grows. | |
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