Love Poems

[jakeatolla]

Women's Love Poem

Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to 'how big is my behind?'
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.

Mens Love Poem

I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with
huge boobs who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me fishing and hunting. This
doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.

 

[naughty]

True, true...

 

[marleyisalegend]

here's another love poem from a man's perspective:

my old lady's been giving me shit
just cuz she caught me with her best friend bridgette

to avoid bias, this poem certainly represents some women (i'm having fun with this)

why do i love my man?
cuz he drives a luxury sedan
it doesn't matter that i'm not attracted physically
cuz the pool-boy does a good job of satisfying me
fuck college, fuck a career, fuck getting out of bed
i've got an old geezer that'll turn to dollar signs when he's dead

 

[yes...and...]

I'm coming back, I'm coming back after a long separation)
Author:
BOLESŁAW LEŚMIAN
I'm coming back, I'm coming back after a long separation -
Your hands, impatient, clinging.

Everything - old and new -
Dear breathing - familiar head movement...

You lead through all the rooms again,
And we go, we both go...

I didn't notice the new dress at all -
Your laughter makes me look carelessly.

You show with your hand unexpectedly
New floral wall hangings

And a letter to me started on the table -
"Full of regret... Let him lie... That's what I prefer."

You suddenly open the window into the sky -
Unnecessarily, but that's what it needs to be.

You hold your hand to your heart, so I can hear
When it hits, although there is silence in your mouth...

And in this silence, in this terrible silence
You place your temple on my shoulder while weeping.

 

[yes...and...]

Moon dust...)
Author:
KONSTANTY ILDEFONS GAŁCZYŃSKI
Be moon dust on your feet,
the wind on your ribbon, the milk in your cup,
a cigarette in his mouth, a path among the cornflowers
the bench where you rest, the book you read.

Run through you like a thread, surround you like a vast space,
be seasons to your dear eyes
and the fire in the fireplace, and the roof that protects
before the rain.

 

[seventiesdemon]

Me too....but for some reason I need to be in a certain place or surrounding to write them.

With Love Poems..they go hand in hand with the Breakup Poems....Sometimes at our lowest we come up with the most creative of ideas.

Comedians draw much of their humour from past experience. You are not able to laugh at life until you have experienced it's pain.

 

[yes...and...]

If I spoke in the tongues of men and angels,
and I wouldn't have love,
I would become like resounding brass
or a sounding cymbal.
2 If I also had the gift of prophecy
and knew all the secrets,
and he possessed all knowledge,
and I had so much faith that I could move mountains,
and I wouldn't have love -
I would be nothing.
3 And if I give all I have as alms,
and he exposed his body to be burned,
but I wouldn't have love,
nothing will help me.
4 Love is patient,
she is gracious.
Love does not envy,
I'm not looking for applause,
he is not arrogant;
5 is not shameless,
does not seek its own,
does not get angry,
remembers no evil;
6 does not rejoice in injustice,
but rejoices with the truth.
7 He bears all things,
he believes everything
has hope in everything,
it will survive everything.
8 Love never fails,
[it is not] like the prophecies that will come to an end,
although the gift of tongues will disappear
and even though knowledge will no longer exist.
9 For we know only in part
and in part we prophesy.
10 But when that which is perfect comes,
what is only partial will disappear.
11 When I was a child,
I spoke like a child
I felt like a child
I thought like a child.
And when I became a husband,
I got rid of what was childish.
12 Now we see as in a mirror, dimly;
and then [we will see] face to face.
Now I know in part
and then I will know as I am known.
13 So faith, hope, love, these three, abide:
the greatest of them [however] is love.

Letter to the Corinthians, Paul of Tarsus