Showing posts with label Love Poem love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love Poem love. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Love Poemlets




Love makes beautiful
The drab and the plain
It makes worthwhile
The thankless and mundane

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As deep as the longing in the Groom
to lift His Bride's veil
may our love ever be
then it cannot fail

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It is impossible
to love the Lord
yet live in disobedience
to His Word

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We love, yet we stumble
but this truth remains
God's love through forgiveness
removes every stain

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Love can be strongest
In the frailest beings
As they accept and receive
All they are unable to give…

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The Future
Our dreams
Never quite turn out
How we envisioned
But love, oh love
Teaches us how to adapt

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Love:
A seed
A stem
A bud
A bloom
A forever flower…if watered

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Love does not pick and choose
It reaches to all
For love loves every creature
Whether great or small

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If you have been touched by love
Then you have been touched by God

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Love took dust
And formed a man
Love gave it living breath
Love bled in red
Conquering
The curse of sin and death

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For the love of poetry
Sometimes I ignore Duty
For the love of family
Sometimes I ignore
The poetry of ink
To taste the poetry
Of love~

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Love is patient
Love is kind
It does not envy
Nor does it remind
Others of how they have failed
Love does not seek
In others, perfection
But true love mirrors
Perfection’s reflection
Of hands to timber nailed

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Love is a bloom
It must be nourished
With tender and watchful eyes
If disregarded
Then, what once flourished
Withers and shrivels and dies

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Love, oh love
Life’s beautiful lament
Perplexing in its pleasure and pain
Love, oh love
Bittersweet torment
But never, oh never in vain

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I have been blessed
To taste life’s best
A beautiful good-bye

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Is love a noun 
or a verb 
to you?
Love must first be a verb
to become a noun
no...love cannot be a verb
until it is a noun...
...HUH?

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Love: its resources are never depleted
An infinite well that never runs dry
It grows in the giving, it cannot be hoarded
and only when kept, will it shrivel and die

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Sometimes its easy to confuse the depth of love
By the measure of our comfort
when most often its measure is proven
through discomfort

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The fullness of love
will never be known
until we bow before
God on His throne

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Wipe those teardrops from your eye
Embrace life's richest pain
For in love there is never good-bye
Only, 'until we meet again'

© Janet Martin

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