Love poetry for everyone. Original poems by KJW

 

Updated Tuesday, July 13, 1999

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Sometimes admire turns to desire.
Sometimes hoping leads to coping.
Sometimes debating results in hating.
Sometimes looks can be luring hooks.
Sometimes sadness generates madness.
Sometimes pain drives the mind insane.
Sometimes money is as sticky as honey.
Sometimes speed crash and burns the lead.
Sometimes diversity is the source of adversity.
Sometimes emancipation follows determination.
Sometimes generosity cannot overcome animosity.
Sometimes tears are caused by cheers.
Sometimes light is darker than night.
Sometimes creation results in destruction.
Sometimes power is as frail as a flower.
Sometimes high spirits need to cry.
Sometimes faces yearn for kisses.
But always, you decide what you do.
Lost

I am warm, I am cold,
my emotions run free.
I am weak, I am bold,
I wonder what I'll see.
Things will pinch my heart,
things will stress my mind.
Sometimes it's just a part,
of larger pieces I'll never find.
Where do I go from here?
How distant should I look?
Is it far? Is it near?
Shall I trace the paths I took?
Maybe I need a guide,
to lead me to the way,
where Truth's arms are wide,
both night and day.

 Inspired by Iphigenia

A Sad beginning of an end,
such unkindness the high gods send.
A young girl in her maiden years,
innocent, but broken with tears.
Thought she would be married that day,
instead her life was used as pay.
Her tendor skin turned hard by fear,
by moans that circled near each ear.
Nevertheless the day went on,
pushed forth by Fate's funeral song.
The hidden unkind blades were freed,
to save a fleet doomed by a deed.
The father took his priceless girl,
and sealed his own doom in a whirl.
Where is the Love when there is fate,
ignored, and regretted too late.
You must see the truth in yourself,
And love your loved ones above all wealth.

Poems with a big heart...

MELANIE DOYLE!!!!

A Timeless love

Eighty years we have stayed together.
I’ve seen her everyday, every night.
Nothing could keep us too far apart,
inseparable by our strong bond.
Although we have aged so hastily,
our love is still young and passionate.
I gaze upon the eyes of my dear,
can’t pull away from the attraction.
Feeling overwhelmed by her beauty,
I step back, checking reality.
But then I move close to her again,
unwilling to miss her next heartbeat.
My hands brush against her timeless face,
feeling her beauty, her endless grace.
Our hardened skins have become wrinkled,
but each touch will never fade away.
Our voices tingle each other’s ears,
like sweet lullabies making us sleep.
And once asleep we dream each other,
as if not sleeping whatsoever.
In my dreams she cuddles me tightly,
I could feel all her warmth surround me.
Here we snug together happily,
expressing our care and devotion.
Still wandering around in our dreams,
high above in the celestial sky,
the day begins but we don’t know when
because it seems brighter here within.
Youth returns to our ancient bodies
as we pass through the eternal gates.
We look at each other with a smile,
forever we shall stay together.		 Water and Oil

I think of her everyday.
Her face, her mind, her every way.
My love for her is deep inside,
but at peace it will reside.

Every time he passes by,
I look away and sigh.
What kinds of girls does he like to see?
Is there any chance he would accept me?

Hearing her soothing voice that echoes serenity,
my soul seems to float through eternity.
But she turns her head away,
disgusted to see me come her way.

His eyes glitter from the light,
like stars shining throughout the night.
But his face seems so sad,
Where is the happiness he once had.

The features on her face define elegance;
you could see all beauty with a single glance.
Although her face expresses enigma,
there’s nothing mystical about her charisma.

He is always a complacent guy,
any turmoil he will pacify.
But now he seems distracted from peace,
by something inside he hopes to cease.

She is coming my direction!
We’re going to meet at the intersection!

What is he going to say?
Should I ask him "How’s your day?"

I’ve got to tell her something.

Aw…he did not say a thing!

She doesn’t like me.

He doesn’t like me.
Crushed

As The Day began,
my heart sped up.
I want to tell her,
that I love her,
but fear held me back
and kept me down.
I see her in class,
five days a week.
She looks so perfect,
just sitting there,
like a budding rose,
bright with beauty.
With a smiling face,
she looks at me.
Maybe she likes me,

but that can’t be.
She’s too good for me,
I am nothing.
Wow! She winked at me!
Is that a sign?
No. It’s just some dirt
stuck in her eye.
She’s waving to me!
So I wave back.
Darn! She was waving
to my teacher.
She needed some help,
but not my love.
Before I knew it,
The Day had passed.

Poems with a big mind...

 

A Walk

When I walk the streets everyday,
I see changes, changes in every way.
A world littered with chaos,
The people walking always with something to say.

The passing cars shine with a gloss,
reflecting on the houses, artwork they emboss.
The noise sends shrills to my ears,
which in time may induce my hearing loss.

So many things have changed over the years,
through hard work, blood and tears.
Sophistication has made our lives more enjoyable,
but may also produce the nightmares everyone fears.

Many things back then were unfeasible,
Making life tough, and even intolerable.
Now numerous barriers have been broken,
Is life that much better and enjoyable?

To the many people I have spoken,
to make money, being rich is the ultimate token.
But then there are some that work defeats,
Their health and happiness stolen.

Homeless people live on the streets,
people walk by, some share greets.
With no money to buy,
they can only plead for nutritious wheats.

I look upon this advanced world and sigh,
Questions pop in my mind, they all just ask why
our strength is also our weakness.
For the best we must gather and try,
so the human race won’t suffocate and die. 		Inspiring Mind

Soaking up the sun,
on the friendly grass I lay.
Opening my eyes,
the blazing sun awaits me.
Looking up the sky,
everything seems magical.
Wishing I could fly,
I feel inspirational.
Searching all around,
the wide, distant horizon,
I see endless dreams,
there for me to be conquered.
Nothing can stall me,
from the things I choose to do,
my will is within,
so nothing can deny it.
New goals I have set,
to lead me to newer heights,
I seek what I want,
endlessly in close pursuit.
Some I might achieve,
others I may fail upon.
I will do my best,
no matter what keeps me down.
Dumping all the weights,
so I won’t be overwhelmed,
Some day I will rise,
with full throttle to the top.
I will think no more,
and just put actions to work.
Real motivation,
comes deep from inside your heart.
It is up to you,
to succeed in what you do.
Always trust yourself,
confidence is of the mind.
The Fiddler

With hearts of life, and musical hands,
fiddlers play, some alone, some in bands.
To provide entertainment and countless joys,
the fervor of human freedom deploys.
For the public, the tunes tickle their ears,
the soft melodic waves soothe everyday fears.
It unwinds the mind from tangled thoughts,
before everyone’s heads become boiling pots.
You have to praise their skills and ability,
their fast fingers full of felicity.
Their music echo classic masterpieces,
as each smooth stroke begins and ceases.
Churning scores into eye-wetting emotions,
bringing light against dark, despairing notions.
Sheet after sheet, silky notes intertwine,
somewhat excelling couples to entwine.
At times, though, sober minors fill the air,
a farewell to a loved one, showing they care.
Sending remembered spirits on their way,
to the peaceful place, in which they will stay.
With every note they play, it brings more luck,
because they knock on wood with every pluck.
Their eyes are closed in a dreamy state,
as if they are drunk and in sedate.
They squeeze their fiddles between necks and chins,
locking their faces in fruitful grins.
Doing math when only in their head,
anywhere else, they’re as good as dead.
Their bodies twist and twitch real fast,
as if caffeine had hit full blast.
But the music continues without a glitch,
for the old, the young, the poor and the rich.
It’s no wonder musicians bring unity,
life is just one colossal symphony.

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