Over the years I have earned the poet name, Cupid Poet, because I write love for many. I have done many proposals, anniversaries, birthdays, wedding poems, and ring ceremonies anything for love. God gave me the gift of helping lovers too. Love gives illumination for the yearning spirit. I will take you into this journey of love verse I have done through the years for many lovers, some in love and others pierced by the love arrow losing their love left with feelings shorn and bittersweet! Out there someone will be feeling the same.
FATE’S FINAL KNIFE
In the opaque water a wolf sought a reflection near, Yet he saw only his face in the rippling tide. Letting out a mournful howl waiting for an answer to hear. In his heart an ache wells up inside.
His only true love lies in a valley since moons ago, A hunter’s fatal bullet had taken her life. As her blood trickled on the snow, His heart was shredded by fate’s final knife.
Staring in the water, there was only one reflection near. The mountains echoed his lonely cries, All shed with him a lonesome tear. The whole forest heard his final good-byes.
Fate’s final knife takes many on the same lonesome journey. Their inner mind pangs with a hurt only time can heal. No reflection do they ever find in a tragedy. An opaque pool holds no answers to a broken heart’s seal.
This poem is for a lady, Arabella, on Pogo. It’s her feelings for her man and how she feels forever. You Are The Reason is what I named it from her letter. This is her thoughts thought ya would like. Love Ya Ya Poet Forever Poet Dorothy
You Are The Reason
You are the reason, I have found a lighted pathway, The dreamer of all my dreams, My knight clad in love’s armor.
When I turn off the lights at night, My thoughts are only of your love. Passion erupts from the stillness, As my body trembles from sated hunger.
Your spiritual kiss lingers On my lonesome lips searching, On clouds I see you on your white stallion, Carrying me in your strong arms.
You are the reason, My life now has more purpose, My hero carrying me on your wings of your light, To rest in the circle of your eternal love.
The night wind tickled her tresses caressingly. Moaning could be heard in the silhouetted trees. Moonbeams danced on her shoulders lovingly, Clutching her body ravishing her in ease.
Love comes on the wings in flight, It centers on the chosen one, Leaving them with much delight. Nobody knows the outcome till day is done.
Oftentimes the love withers and dies, Leaving the chosen in such dejection. A heart is pierced with shards, it cries. In the cycle of life is no perfection.
Love can be a forever emotion, Or an ache never is filled. It carries a soothing lotion, For the heart loneliness drilled.
In the cycle of life love has no perfection, It centers on the chosen one, Some with happiness others with dejection. Nobody knows the outcome till day is done.
Love is not always a bowl of cherries without pits. Sometimes it’s like smooching a lemon so sour. It can be direct misses or terrible hits, Other times a very passionate power.
Love is not always a fragrant bouquet, Sometimes thorns puncture our tender tissue, Other times it can be a soothing sachet, Love lost can be a heartbreaking issue.
Love is not a promise of forever, Yet it’s a beauty one mustn’t be denied. Once firmly established none can sever. A marital commitment becomes the abide.
Love is not always a bowl of cherries without pits. Sometimes it’s like smooching a lemon so sour. It can be direct misses or terrible hits, Other times a very passionate power.
When I look in your eyes, I see a prismatic diamond shining, A place my heart continually flies, I see an unexplored crystal sea undefining.
A radiant pool of luminance beckons to me, My love can never solve such a mystery. When I look in your eyes I see unexplored space, Stars and moons have a very special place.
When I look in your eyes I found home, From this place I don’t want to roam, Though it carries such a mystery, I know you’re part of my future destiny.
When I look in your eyes, I see the most precious gem of all. Sending me more clearer skies, With all the beauty my memories to recall.
In everyone’s life a special love is the bloom, Shedding the light on the darkness already felt. No longer feeling a moroseful feeling of lonely doom, Their life is fulfilled on love’s veldt.
Love can become a rose bouquet to cherish, To hold dear to thine own heart. Other times shards of glass fracturing adoration’s wish, It can be brutal to the victim, tearing dreams apart.
Love’s own light can shine on the couple selected, Leaving brilliance to forever shine. Death can’t destroy the love that fate erected. Their love will be eternal on the marital vine.
Watch Out Guys It's The Lady In Red. Eyes of an empress and a fiery caress. Her touch will enchant you, Capturing you in her cunning web of impress.
Beware those strong vibes. They can initiate a mighty interception Her heart is made of gold, A beauty beyond mortal perception.
Her spirit can't be captured, She’s an enchantress in the night, Hypnotizing you with spiritual illumination, Disappearing when you turn out the light.
A guy wants this poem, Sensations, so here I go for my Barca Bro. It is a very special poem for a special lady Sharon, (lilybell). So here goes my interpretation of His thoughts to her. Love Ya Lots Muahhhhhhh Ya Poet Forever
Sensations
My every thought of you, Sends sensations to my body. My heart quivers in anticipation, Of your gentle caresses.
My lips still feel the love, Tingles left by your gentleness. My body vibrates from the memories, Of your passionate touch.
The sensations of our togetherness, Calm my aching mind, As I look upon your face, I know I have found my only love.
Passionate kisses emblazon my heart, Leaving me with the zealous lover’s plea, Yearning to reach beyond the crystal walls, Setting my shackled love free.
The ecstasy of love’s own moment, Brings a spiritual illumination of the captured mind, Concealing my heart in an arduous veil, Feeling no restrictive bind.
Passionate kisses have placed a hold on me, Enticing my mortal being in romance’s only dance. My helpless spirit becomes enthroned in the spidery web. Every vessel is enlightened by passions perchance.
The spiritual entity captures my hypotized thoughts. Searing kisses brand my tender skin, With the amorous flame of emotion, Leaving me helplessly captured in its clinging web again.
Caressing a letter from her love she misses, Hands trembled at each individual thought. The ink was stained where traces of kisses, Still stained the parchment, comfort she sought.
The letter told of a love beyond infatuation, Her mind was filled with special memories Heart was enthroned with lonely pulsation, Leaving her whole body with deep miseries.
Again perceiving eyes brim with unshed tears, Dew of sadness speaking of her adoration, For her dear seen only on paper, feeling a lover’s fears. The letter was from an unseen love living faraway.
Caressing a letter from her love she misses, Helpless to reach over the long miles The ink was stained with traces of kisses, A lover’s fear is the seed, which time now defiles.
My Special Angel, I can touch not, Nothing can stop the love I feel. It will always have its own private slot. For one who holds my future’s seal.
Though we are miles far apart, An ardor with a continuous flame, Bringing a warmth to my yearning heart, A desire nothing can ever tame.
My Special Angel, You will always be mine, In my dreams I will seek with such passion, The mere touch of your hair so fine, Would be a pleasure of love’s ration.
Though we are miles far apart, I will call out your name, Feeling in my yearning heart, Love’s eternal flame.
The spark feeds the flame the needed fuel, Its small embers start to glow red, Blowing on the fire is start of a flaming duel, Branches and the embers now wed.
The flame grows bigger a warming spread, Its fire consumes all the branches in its empire. A hotter fire becomes a welcome stead. In the ground the ashes are left to retire.
Lovers are like puppets on a string. One pull in either direction, Causes a change to spring, Then comes the mind's detection.
The string is pulled very tight, Movement becomes more pronounced. Love becomes the only insight. Then intentions are now announced.
As the puppeteer moves the strings, The lovers dance to a loving unwind. Love from the inner heart sings, As their strings become intertwined.
Lovers are like puppets on a string taut, Their strings become attached in love's flame. A new dance move in life is sought, Bringing them the passion of desire without shame.