A poem of love that rhymes contest!

A poem of love contest. I wrote a poem of love with rhymes. Write one back with your own lines.

A love to last a love to heal
A love of past makes you heal
A love so real makes you kneel
I thought of you when I was blue
I thought of me in time of need
I thank you sir for giving me her
Our life is long we will make it last
Out time is short its time to court
We lived our life without strife
I gave her all I had to give
She gave me all she had to give
The way she looked I was hooked
After I was hooked I never looked
She sees me now as I sleep
I never took another peek
Our love never faded
Our love was never jaded
I see her now part of my past
I always thought our love would last

A few months after I got married (over 20 yrs ago now) the local newspaper had a "Valentine's Day" poem writing contest -

For some reason, I decided my entry had to be a limerick - I won third place!

Hope you don't mind if I enter the same poem in your contest..

FYI - it makes more sense if you know that:
We got married at a local park which is well known for the swan boats that people can rent to paddle around the lake - also, my husband was from the northern US but got a job with Disney World in Florida - thus, we say his boss is "Mickey Mouse"

(The words in italics above are referenced in the poem)


A Love Limerick

There was a young man from Wisconsin,
who said to 'the Mouse', "Hey I wants in."

He moved South from above,
then he met his true love,

And was wed by the lake with the swans in!


(I know, not very romantic, but what do you expect of a poet who decides to base her rhyme scheme on the word "Wisconsin"?)

a reply to: lostgirl

I love your poem! It came from your heart and touched me. Thank you so much for sharing your special poem!

Never in million years I thought I would find you
I prayed and drenched my soul in hell to have you
You are the world I breath you are the light
I want to keep close to me
I am afraid of the darkness and the cliff
but never if it is falling down to my knees in front of you
falling into you so don't be afraid my darling

a reply to: East069

Can I kindly fix your poem? Thanks.

If your afraid of the darkness and the cliff

I hope you don't make your way to slip

If you happen to cut your lip

I will not be there to see it rip

You are not my light

I am not your knight

We say goodbye

Please don't cry!

a reply to: Quantum12

Sure you can

Not sure what made you write that I laughed but thank you

Edited to spellcheck nice idea for thread

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a reply to: LifeisGrand

Your poem is amazing I felt like falling in love sailing thru a puffy white cloud. Thank you for sharing your writing!

Not much of a poem, I haven't written poetry since I was a lovelorn/angsty teenager!
But, this is just something I quickly whipped up in regards to the fantasy world in my head.

A love between worlds
Beyond the web of fate
Pure and unscripted
Would the love endure the hate?
Anger and rage filled all
Envy and malice alight
She was everything he had dreamed
He refused to lose the fight.
Power filled him to the brink
The masses cried and wept
Worlds were torn asunder
The rainbow skies unkempt.
His lady love hovered high
Pure white with golden flare
Death and mayhem lay abound
Golden threads spun through her hair.
A Goddess was newly born
The people fell to their knees
For the Golden Goddess before them
Was full of vengeance and ignorant of pleas.
Those who fought were smote
He watched with pride and glee
For it was his love and his Goddess
She had always been the key.
She floated down beside him
And gazed lovingly into his eyes
They would remain together always
The heavens; they at last had their prize.

a reply to: Quantum12

Thank you I really enjoyed yours too. Although I was left wondering if the woman had died, or merely vanished out of your life.

a reply to: kaelci

Wow, that is great! Your poem is very deep to me. I felt like you found love felt hate saw your mistakes then you took the love back and found happiness. Awesome!

a reply to: LifeisGrand

My poem is a true story. She did not die. She found something else in life and is leaving me. She did not find another lover or drugs. She was brainwashed by a religion! Sad.

Hope Floats
Whiskeytown a poem for a song turned into a deep song. For the movie.
Whether, I'm a lover
Wither, I'm a flower
Whether, I'm a lover
Wither, I'm a flower

So city is my sister
And country is your brother
Learn to lose your battles
Cryin' on a shoulder

Whether, I'm a lover
Wither, I'm a flower
Whether, I'm a lover
Wither, I'm a flower

Whether, I'm a lover
Wither, I'm a flower
Whether, I'm a lover
Wither, I'm a flower

Whether, I'm a lover
Wither, I'm a flower
Whether, I'm a lover
Wither, I'm a flower

Some roses are red
Violets are blueish.
Pass me that wine
And let's be nudists.

a reply to: skunkape23

I like your poem. Lol. You made me laugh and I am still laughing. Thank you!

a reply to: Quantum12
Thank you for this.

Here is one I just wrote after reading what others have shared here. It's what I feel and live each day now.


Painted sunsets
reflecting regrets
as I wonder
how we wandered
through the forests in the dawn

Life is fleeting
Our first meeting:
like yesterday?
What did we say
on our first-awaking morn?

I'm losing you
Words will not do
My love is – where?
The cross I bear
is our lives and spirits torn

You mind's away
It cannot stay
Oh, love – my One!
We've scarce begun!
All I'll have is time to mourn

a reply to: JustMike

Your deep deep poem gave me chills. "Our first meeting: like yesterday"
Your poem took me there.
Thank you for sharing your poem you wrote from the deepest part of your heart!
I feel you let something out. Your soul might have just took a deep breath!
Your amazing.

a reply to: Quantum12
Thank you, Quantum12. It's the first time I've really let that out publicly and let it be known it's a true reflection of the life I have now. My wife, the love of my life, has a brain disease. It's progressive, incurable, and terminal. She's now in the later stages of it. But it goes its way with glacial slowness and inexorability; it has taken over four years to reach this point.

She was one of the main, driving motivations for me to finish my book. Mainly so she could have a copy to hold in her hands. But it couldn't be rushed, so by the time it was ready she couldn't really read and comprehend it any more. Her memory only reaches back into the past; the present is just endless for her and she cannot really connect to it. But she likes to look at the dedication page, because I dedicated it to her. It gives her a moment of gladness and so it was all worth it, just to see her softly smile for a moment.

It's impossible to know what it's like for her. I cannot even write the words that might fully convey it. She is not consciously aware of her illness any longer, but at some deeper level of her being, I sense her trying to escape it and be free once more.

Meanwhile, we share sunsets, we go for walks, we visit a little restaurant when we can. And even if she cannot save those memories now, I save them for her.

a reply to: JustMike

My eyes are dripping. Your a wonderful person with a heart of gold. I cannot say much more.

I can tell you as a child I had mitro valve prolapse. I am 40 now. My doctor told me my valve would have to be replaced by the time I was 35 for sure.
I found a person with a QXCI machine. Click for more info. Some people think the QXCI is crazy and does not work. I was hooked up to it. It read all my frequencies in my body in seconds. It is bio feedback. I never told the girl I had a heart problem. The machine told her within seconds. Bill Nelson created the machine he worked for NASA. He cannot make claims to fix health problems. People are not ready for the QXCI.

The QXCI made adjustments to harmonize my body. A long story short, six months later I went to my Dr. He gave me a 3D echo of my heart and he turned pale. He said to me I don't know what happened to you but your problem is gone. I explained the QXCI to him. He told me a machine like this would put every Dr. Out of business. I paid $200.00 US for a one hour session.