Poetry Blogs (Valentines)
Rose Casserley on WW1. My brave ( fibbing about his age to enlist ) Grandfather. (10 hours ago)
Hello, how are you today: upper,middle,lower— class.
front, and center.
I’d like to think if a kid were to get up and say I can’t stand this, then the teacher would get behind them in an orderly fashion.
side by side, classroom C-3 parts in the middle of the day, to make their way back to their seat,
show and tells of mommy and me– are always well received.
A pinned-up faction icon that sta...
Monday 15th February 2021 12:20 am
Love is in the air forecasters say
at first blush, be that as it may
chalk initials in handpicked tins invoke remembrance by paving ways
palms supine scribed with written in lines tie sanskrit signs
significance is found in the now
springs and gears ticking time
as faeries grant blessings shifting through a lovers parade
Concurrent reminiscence written on akashic pages taking turn
Sunday 16th February 2020 8:51 pm
Don’t get me wrong
I often long for chocolate;
tied with a bow,
seems more about show
than any love that I know.
I value your time
more than a sweetly, slick rhyme.
Your words have more worth
than a purchased verse;
whispered, in private
has more meaning.
Choose genuine over saccharine.
Sunday 9th February 2020 11:40 am
Valentine 1 - Poem by Marie
Who will remember me when I am dead
I wont haunt any ones head
Who will cry a tear for my memory WHO
I know it would not be you
Happy Valentines Day To all The Bad Men I Ever Knew
Tuesday 21st January 2020 3:17 pm
My heart It aches
Engulfed by emptiness
Drowning me with loneliness
Moments apart feel like a lifetime
No idea how to cope
Don't want to cope
Just want to be with you
Yet I know I'm loved
I feel your love
It surrounds me
My happiest times are when we're together
Side by side In bed
Why can't t...
Friday 13th February 2015 4:14 pm
By : Ali Taha Alnobani
Wednesday 6th March 2013 7:49 pm
By: Ali Taha Alnobani
I'm to leave now
A tall ghost is carrying my bag
A long street is walking behind me
A mad merchant bought my smiles
And no water to renew the dusk
I can't have my step begun
Even if the rain washed my tears
I'm to leave now
Can I have a deep look at your eyes?
Can I take my dreams, your smile
And my dried red rose?...
Wednesday 6th March 2013 7:33 pm
What starts as romance
Ends up as routine
For years in between
Carefully picked verse
Until you just sign
For better or worse
And each time you try
To write your own lines
You find out how hard
Are good Valentines.
Copyright(C)David Subacchi 2013
Sunday 17th February 2013 1:48 pm
Thursday 14th February 2013 8:31 am
Valens, you are esteemed worthy,
at the Via Flaminia you lay:
Valentinus offered up in faith.
Your deeds aren't known in our day.
In this life you wed young couples;
an act the Emperor would not permit.
And though your grace the monarch received,
your execution he did transmit.
Alas, with clubs and stones they came,
challenged by your fortitude great;
Monday 14th February 2011 1:01 pm