Love Poems

Father´s day Poem

2008-06-13T23:10:00.004-07:00

Dad is a person
who is loving and kind,
And often he knows
what you have on your mind.

He's someone who listens,
suggests, and defends.
A dad can be one
of your very best friends!

He's proud of your triumphs,
but when things go wrong,
A dad can be patient
and helpful and strong

In all that you do,
a dad's love plays a part.
There's always a place for him
deep in your heart.

And each year that passes,
you're even more glad,
More grateful and proud
just to call him your dad!

Thank you, Dad...
for listening and caring,
for giving and sharing,
but, especially, for just being you!

Happy Father's Day

What Is A Dad?

2008-06-13T23:10:00.003-07:00

A dad is someone who
wants to catch you before you fall
but instead picks you up,
brushes you off,
and lets you try again.

A dad is someone who
wants to keep you from making mistakes
but instead lets you find your own way,
even though his heart breaks in silence
when you get hurt.

A dad is someone who
holds you when you cry,
scolds you when you break the rules,
shines with pride when you succeed,
and has faith in you even when you fail...

Susan Ceylise

DADS are special people

2008-06-13T23:10:00.001-07:00

Dads are special people
No home should be without,
For every family will agree
They're 'SO NICE TO HAVE ABOUT' -

They are a happy mixture
Of a 'SMALL BOY' and a 'MAN'
And they're very necessary
In every 'FAMILY PLAN'

Sometimes they're most demanding
And stern, and firm and tough
But underneath they're 'soft as silk'
For this is just a 'BLUFF'

But in any kind of trouble
Dad reaches out his hand.
And you can always count on him
To help and understand -

And while we do not praise Dad
as often as we should,
We love him and admire him,
And while that's understood,

It's only fair to emphasize
His importance and his worth -
For if there were no loving Dads
This would be a 'LOVELESS EARTH'.

Helen Steiner Rice

A Father Just Like You

2008-06-13T23:09:00.003-07:00

"I just want you to know
you mean the world to me,
Only a heart as dear as yours
would give so unselfishly.

The many things you've done,
all the times that you were there,
helps me know deep inside
how much you really care.

Even though I might not say,
I appreciate all you do,
Richly blessed is how we feel
having a father just like you."

Thank You Dad

2008-06-13T23:09:00.001-07:00

Thank you for the laughter,
For the good times that we share,
Thanks for always listening,
For trying to be fair.

Thank you for your comfort,
When things are going bad,
Thank you for the shoulder,
To cry on when I'm sad.

This poem is a reminder that
All my life through,
I'll be thanking Heaven
For a Special Dad like you."

Fathers are wonderful people

2008-06-13T23:08:00.000-07:00

Fathers are wonderful people,
too little understood,
And we do not sing their praises
as often as we should,

For Father struggles daily
to live up to his image
As protector and provider
and hero of the scrimmage,

And perhaps that is the reason
we sometimes get the notion
That fathers are not subject
to the thing we call emotion.

But if you look inside Dad's heart,
where no one else can see,
You'll find he's sentimental
and soft as he can be.

Fathers are just wonderful
in a million different ways,
And they merit loving compliments
and accolades of praise,

For the only reason Dad aspires
to fortune and success
Is to make the family proud of him
and bring them happiness,

And like our heavenly Father,
he's a guardian and a guide,
Someone we can count on
to be always on our side.

I Have To Let You Go

2008-03-11T15:42:00.000-07:00

Your blue eyes are haunting me
Your voice is in my head
My thoughts are spiraling
On all the words you've said

I can see your perfect blonde hair
And hear the guitar as you play
I can't believe I miss you this much
I wish things hadn't changed

We used to be really close friends
But we both wanted something more
But now that I think about
We shouldn't never opened that door

I never hear your ring tone
Because you never ever call
I should've never let this happen
For you, I shouldn't have let myself fall

I really miss your voice
And the way you made my day
I miss how you made me smile
But now that's all faded away

You've found somebody else
And you've let me go
Now that I can't have you
My feelings really show

I miss our late night talks
And your comforting voice
But I have to let you go
I have no choice

You have somebody new
And I hope you're satisfied
My feelings for you I have to let go
I have to leave us behind

There's a pain in my chest
That you'll never know
And even though it hurts
I have to let you go

-Amber Palmer

Hope is a Thing With Feathers

2008-02-27T10:27:00.000-08:00

Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings a tune without words
And never stops at all.

And sweetest, in the gale, is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That keeps so many warm.

I?ve heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet, never, in extremity
It ask a crumb of me.

by Emily Dickinson

Wind Beneath My Wings

2008-02-23T10:38:00.000-08:00

It must have been cold there in my shadow,
to never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, thats your way,
you always walked a step behind.

So I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name~for so long,
a beautiful smile to hide the pain.

Did you ever know that your my hero,
and everything I would like to be.
I can fly higher then an eagle,
'cause you are the Wind Beneath My Wings.

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
but I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it,
I would be nothing without you.

Did you ever know that your my hero,
And everything I would like to be...
I can fly higher then an eagle,
'cause you are the Wind beneath my wings.

Fly, Fly, Fly away...
You let me Fly so high
Oh Fly, Fly
so high against the sky, so high I almost touch the sky..
Thank you..thank you....thank GOD for you

by Bette Midler

Unknown Friendship

2008-02-17T11:07:00.000-08:00

First--sarcasm fills the air
striking remarks then follows.
small grins, dubious eyebrows,
oh--let the arguments begin!
time passes by...

Only acquiring the habit we have begun.
though the longer the mockery is,
the harder it is revealing each other's identity.

...ironically--my only goal is to uncover the real "you."
unfortunately, there's just too many sarcasm,
and barely little of the real us...

I asked if we could change it,
you said "yes--we can."

Deciding that nature will take its place
we set aside our worries and proceed with life.

While in our minds, there's still a boundary keeping us apart.
will our friendship ever be at ease?

...in my mind

I hope.

I pray.

by Unknown

Everyone Needs Someone

2008-02-16T11:10:00.001-08:00

People need people and friends need friends
And we all need love for a full life depends
Not on vast riches or great acclaim,
Not on success or on worldy fame,
But just in knowing that someone cares
And holds us close in their thoughts and prayers-
For only the knowledge that we're understood
Makes everyday living feel wonderfully good,
And we rob ourselves of life's greatest need
When we "lock up our hearts" and fail to heed
The outstretched hand reaching to find
A kindred spirit whose heart and mind
Are lonely and longing to somehow share
Our joys and sorrows and to make us aware
That life's completeness and richness depends
On the things we share with our loved ones
and friends.

by Helen Steiner Rice

Valentine's Day Love Poems

2008-02-13T10:21:00.001-08:00

How Do I Love Thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being an ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the Breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barret Browning

Mother's Valentine

2008-02-13T10:20:00.002-08:00

My mother made a valentine
So very long ago
And decked it out all prettily
Like for a special beau.

I watched her as she cut the heart
Then frilled it up with lace
And worked artistically away,
A smile upon her face.

She wove a ribbon, shiny red,
Among the lace so white
Then placed a picture of herself
Through a slit she cut inside.

I saw the words, “I love you, Dear,
I'm proud to be your wife
You're given me the blessings
Of a blissful, wedded life.”

I felt like laughing out for joy,
My childish heart was glad!
Mom's special valentine would go
To a special beau named Dad.

Lucille King

Valentine Memories

2008-02-13T10:20:00.001-08:00

Grandma's book of valentines
Rekindles memory's flame,
Of days when she was just a girl
And life a happy game.

Each lace-edged card a getting bears
From friends of long ago,
Girls in gingham dresses
And that “special” Sunday beau.

It brings a twinkle to her eye,
Dissolving lines of age,
As we sit in the lamplight
And turn each well worn page.

It makes me kind of wonder
f perhaps some distant day,
A grandchild shall sit at my side
And leaf each page this way.

‘Cause I could sit for hours,
There at my grandma's knee,
And listen to the stories
That the valentines set free.

A book of antique valentines
That reaches black in time
To tell the tales of yesteryear
In illustrated rhyme.

Shirley Sallay

You've Touched My Heart

2008-02-13T10:19:00.003-08:00

You've given me a reason
For smiling once again,
You've filled my life with peaceful dreams
and you've become my closest friend.

You've shared your heartfelt secrets
And your trust you've given me,
You showed me how to feel again
To laugh, and love, and see.

If life should end tomorrow
And from this world I should part,
I shall be forever young
For you have touched my heart

My Love

2008-02-13T10:19:00.001-08:00

After so many years of loving you,
After so many things we've been through,
Still I couldn't find the reason,
Tell me why am I in so much love with you?
The day you left me,
My eyes couldn't stop crying.
The day I lost you,
A day didn't go I had pray for dying.
Come back my love,
Someone's still waiting for you.
Come back my love,
Someone will always wait for you.

Colors of Love

2008-02-13T10:18:00.003-08:00

Love!
Love can be red, like the intense heat of a passionate kiss
.....the color of sweetness
.....the color of strawberries
Love can be blue, like the comfort we take in a pair of denim jeans
.....the color of strength
.....the color of perfect skies
Love can be yellow, bright and warm like the morning sun
.....like the sounds of laughters of children on the merry-go-round
.....like the sounds of fun from the boys flying kites in the open
fields
Love can be green, peaceful and serene I can hear your heart beats
.....it is the feeling of a loving hand that touch a grieving heart
.....it is the whispering of trusting words to a distressing soul
Love can be orange, the loudness of it can drive you up a wall
.....it can drive you to sing like nobody is listening
.....it can drive you to dance like nobody is watching
Love can be purple, the courage we need to love bravely and unselfishly
.....the moment I first kiss you i know that i am not afraid to risk involvement .....the day the declaration of your love for me was made known to the world

Love's Philosophy

2008-02-13T10:18:00.001-08:00

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdain'd its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea
What are all these kisses worth
If thou kiss not me?

My Valentine

2008-02-13T10:17:00.001-08:00

Valentines is near
Just wishing you were here
You will always be near
My heart will never be the same
Beneath my skin, my soul lies waiting for you
Everyday I think of you I feel blue
Never give up hope
Remembering the first kiss
All I ask is to be with you
And for you to be my Valentine
For I will always cherish your heart in mine

Be my Valentine

2008-02-13T10:15:00.000-08:00

I think of you often...I do,
From morning 'til evening I do,
When memories bring laughter
Or moments bring pain,
There is faithfulness, too, once again.

And time always shows me
And God always shows me
Both sunshine and rain,
How, we gain yearly
From the love we're share dearly.

So, my dear, my sweet bubbaloo,
Remember our love, dulce bubbaloo,
For we've come so far and there's so much to come
And I have love to yet give
For the life we will live...together.

Make little of what makes you cry,
Be sure that what makes you cry
Has greater desire and a more certain will
To pray for His help from above
and restore the feelings of love.

So let's stir up our passion today,
Let memories give way today,
To the now and the future
For the joys and hopes and for all
The times my heart hears you call.

I'm so glad,
I'm so glad,
I love you
You love me fine
Be my Valentine.

The Majesty of Our God

2008-02-12T11:44:00.000-08:00

Can anyone truly look at a sunset
and say that there is no God.

Or gaze into the heavens on a starry
night and not know that we have been blessed
by the Presence of an Almighty Creator.

And then there are those billowing cloud
formations we lay staring at as a child.

Could this be an act of chance?

Or listen to the melodious tune of a babbling
brook as it sings on its merry journey.

God's handiwork is all around us and His
signature is on each of His masterpieces.

And the greatest masterpiece He ever
created was YOU and ME!

Because He created us in His Image.

To say that we have tarnished that
image is certainly an understatement.

But just like all His other Masterpieces
we are not complete until He signs His work.

God puts His signature on YOU and ME
the day that WE receive Jesus Christ as

OUR personal Savior and Lord.

by The Prodigal Son

Forever & Back

2008-02-11T10:55:00.000-08:00

You're always there,
Even when everyone else is nowhere.
We fight, we whine, we complain
But our friendship remains the same
High school is tough
but with you it?s not so rough.
When at times I seem to get ditched.
You pick me up, though a fit I could pitch.
If I want a true friend,
I could look at you and know you'll be there till the end
Life sucks when you're not around.
But when you're near I'm safe & sound
people change from day to day,
but I can count on you to be the same
Our friendship means the world to me; I hope this is how we'll always be.
I know we say forever w/o believing it r true,
But if I had to spend it w/one friend, I?d want it to be you.
I think I've reached forever
I think it'll all soon be over,
I hope you live life to the fullest, even if I?m not there.
And I hope you always know I?ll be watching you from somewhere
Now this poem is almost done
I've got tears in my eyes w/nowhere to run
I hope someday my picture you'll see and remember the girl I used to be

by Lakyn Gayman

You Are The Love In My Life

2008-02-10T11:43:00.001-08:00

My heart set on my future with you
Loving and caring for only you with all I have
Waiting to be with you everyday

When I dream, I dream of you
When I think, I think of you
When I love, I love only you

You have put love in my life where there was none
Hoping it is for the longest and eternity
My body yearning for your touch

So much to say but no words can compare
to the feelings I have for you

by Amber Willis

Dear Mom

2008-02-08T10:11:00.000-08:00

As a "wee babe,"
I was unaware of
Life's Journey, True Love and the
Pursuit of Happiness.

As an adult with my own--
"wee babe" --Meredith,
I know that:
"With God All Things are Possible,"
Matthew 19:26.

My celebration of Life's Journey,
True Love, and the
Pursuit of Happiness,
Has been met with trials and tribulations,
And, so has yours.
But, in the end--
I have found that within Life's Journey,
There are true love and happiness.

One must Aim Sky High,
To reach one's ultimate goals in life.
I have!!!
And, the end result is astonishing...

I have always known that--
From the day I was born,
'til now,
From my head to my toes,
You will forever love me,
As I do you.

And, as you long for my visit,
Remember this: I will forever love you--
Because we've made memories,
Just you and me,
Your daughter

by Deborah Marie Bennett

We Are Seven

2008-02-07T13:35:00.000-08:00

A simple child...
That lightly draws its breath
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?

I met a little cottage girl-
She was eight years old, she said;
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That clustered 'round her head.

She had a rustic, woodland air
And she was wildly clad;
Her eyes were fair, and very fair;
Her beauty made me glad.

"Sisters and brothers, little maid,
How many may you be?"
"How many? Seven in all," she said
And wondering looked at me.

"And where are they? I pray you tell."
She answered, "Seven are we;
And two of us at Conway dwell
And two are gone to sea."

"Two of us in the churchyard lie,
My sister and my brother
And in the churchyard cottage, I
Dwell near them with my mother."

"You say that two at Conway dwell
And two are gone to sea,
Yet, ye are seven! I pray you tell,
Sweet maid, how this may be."

Then did the little maid reply,
"Seven boys and girls are we;
Two of us in the churchyard lie,
Beneath the churchyard tree."

"You run about, my little maid,
Your limbs they are alive;
If two are in the churchyard laid
Then ye are only five."

"Their graves are green, they may be seen,"
The little maid replied,
"Twelve steps or more from my mother's door
And they are side by side."

"My stockings there I often knit,
My kerchief there I hem;
And there upon the ground I sit
And sing a song to them."

"And often after sunset, sir,
When it is light and fair
I take my little porringer
And eat my supper there."

"The first that died was sister Jane;
In bed she moaning lay,
Till God released her of her pain
And then she went away."

"So in the churchyard she was laid
And, when the grass was dry
Together round her grave we played,
My brother John and I."

"And when the ground was white with snow
And I could run and slide,
My brother John was forced to go
And he lies by her side."

"How many are you, then," said I,
"If they two are in heaven?"
Quick was the little maid's reply,
"O master! We are seven."

"But they are dead; those two are dead!
Their spirits are in heaven!"
'T was throwing words away; for still
The little maid would have her will
And said... "Nay, we are seven!"

by William Wordsworth