Spend Summer with me…
frolicking like dolphins in the shallows
soccer playing with the ripples
up-splashing crystal spheres
sun-rays splinter with rainbows
leaping and diving
nudging and sliding
slippery torsos
tentacling tight
into the night

Spend Summer with me…
we’ll hand in hand
and arm in arm
hot-foot the sand
cold-toe the sea
quick-stalk the jungle jasmine walk
tap-laugh the paved cliff ferry path
slowly &
sinuously
snake & sword

Spend Summer with me…
yin-yang bowling balls of time
rolling corridors of sunshine
skittling ourselves
into tickling laughter
striking ourselves
out to sleeping spoons
naked in a
warm room
in the afternoon

Love poems to print off for Valentines Day

LOVE OF A HUSBAND *

To my dear and loving husband by Anne Bradstreet

ROMANTIC LOVE *

How do I love thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

WONDROUS LOVE *

I carry your heart with me by ee cummings

DEEP LOVE *

My luve’s like a red, red rose by Robbie Burns

FUNNY LOVE POEM FOR OLDER PEOPLE *

Saga Love by Bee Rawlinson

REMEMBERING LOVE POEM*

First Day by Christina Rossetti

LOVE OF A FRIEND *

A Friend like You by Someone unknown

MAYBE LOVE *

Maybe by Carl Sandburg

LOVE OF A WIFE *

Valentine to my wife by Eugene Field

SEXY LOVE *

My love in her attire by Someone unknown

SWEET LOVE *

A lady sweet and kind by Thomas Ford

REUNITED LOVE *

Reunited by Gilbert Parker

FROM: On Being Human

http://www.onbeinghuman.net/Valentines/

It is you,
you who I love
with a heart straining to please
unsure of myself, caring too much
to pretend it doesn’t matter and
helpless as an infant in my need.
Oh, but I love you,
will love you
through days after nights
while your smile remains gentle
and your touch so firm.
Then when the storms in your eyes
threaten darkly to break, I will
defend myself, never doubt it
but I will not knowingly hurt you.
I don’t ever want to hurt you.
For it is you,
your mind, your body,
your eyes – taking what I need you to
have, but rarely know how to give you.
Your hands giving, not merely offering
but giving everything I’ve longed for and
so much more I never realized I wanted.
You, I never thought
it would be you
who would send my heart soaring again.
You who would make me love as if there
never was a time when it was not you
or it was not there at all.

Y’know, for all of several years now
I’ve kept the hope kindled
that some dire straits
would present themselves for me
to rescue you from.
The reality is of course very different.
You’re not even aware of the
dire straits you abandon me to
everytime you say goodbye.
Love isn’t always deaf and blind.
Every insult subtle or blatant
flew its arrow path targeting a
list of reasons to hate you.
But none found their way
to the lock
that kept a fragile twittering lovebird
pining in the cage around my heart.

Flippantly we said goodbye
again today
for the thousandth time and perhaps forever,
however long or short an eon that may be.
I would have thrown my arms
around you and held you
had I the courage
but all I could manage was a little laughter
to let you know how little I care.
I wanted to beg you not to go
out of my life without
opening the cage door
but all I could manage was
a permanent invitation
for you to decline.

You were different to the others,
you looked me in the eye and nodded.
You didn’t look away from the wounds
only touched them with your eyes and stayed.
You asked me questions that should not be asked
and when I would not answer, asked again
in different words until I asked you to go
but you came back and cooked for me sometimes
and cleaned up when I was sick – while I
played music to keep the questions at bay
but I answered them for myself anyway.
I slid away from the touch of you, sometimes
I would not answer when you knocked at my door.
I fought a silent bitter battle with you
and you fought back to tame me
as you would tame a wild animal
by caring for, by constancy –
though you never spoke of love.
One day I woke up and you were gone
as I knew that one day I would wake and
I was well prepared for the disappointment
but it did not mitigate the force of the loss.
Your absence broke all the walls
your presence could not breach
and I found all my wounds were healed excepting
this new one and my tears tumbled out of
the eyes you had cracked with your questions
and your absence showed me finally what I wanted.
I came to you for the first time whole
and I offered you my soul. You took it
to your heart as if I were a newborn.

People talk about me behind my back
I can hear them whisper and their eyes attack.
Most of the time I don’t really care.
I act like me but I’m not really there.
There are moments late at night
when all the thoughts come right.
I know just what is wrong
and I long to talk to someone, then
I think of you.

I think of you all the time.

You see I miss you.
That’s a silly thing to say
when I’m there with you each day.
For some reason I can’t reach you,
I get locked inside my mind
yet if you opened it you’d find that
I think of you.

I think of you all the time.

No-one really listens to the words I say,
They turn away with a wrong interpretation.
When I try to explain fantastic ideas
I’m reduced to tears of angry frustration.
The words I use become turned around.
A mirror image leaves me gagged and bound.
I’m on my side they’re on theirs.
The image isn’t me; it’s just what they see.

You see I want to say I love you.
I keep coming in to talk a bit
but then I can’t go on with it
and I just don’t really know
if it’s true. I really just don’t know
how I feel about you, but
I think of you.

I think of you all the time.

People get impatient. I don’t know what to do.
I can’t talk to them and I can’t talk to you but
I think of you, I think of you all the time.

The one for whom I write does not read.
The one that I would speak with is silent.

I would understand but he prefers mystery.
I would trust but suspicion surfaces.

I long to share the little joys of life with him
But the big ones are eating away at him.

If I turn away then he turns towards.
If I respond he turns away.

We are smothering each other with time
and starving each other of attention.

Yet we love each other so so much
I could not bear a life without his touch.

When I’m with him I want my freedom
When I’m away I want him back.

I see answers as distant as the stars.
He’s thinking of buying a new car.

I would be more open but he hates my honesty.
He wants the pretty lies not the raw passion.

I’ve tried (he too) to be what he wanted
While never fully understanding what he wants.

Is there nothing we have in common
But our love for each other ?

He’d gone long before I left the house
and swallowed my decoy story
like a spoonful of honey; didn’t have
a clue about its potential for bitterness.
I took a long hot shower and smoothed
my skin to silk. I washed my hair till it
shone and wore soft flowing fabric and perfume.
At the quay I bought bread and cheese and wine
and a white paper bag of Turkish delight.
On the ferry I nibbled my nails.
The sun shone like a blessing on the white path
I followed around the waters edge to the house
that bore the numbers you’d whispered.
What happened then is between you and me only
an afternoon that tangled up the strands of my life
into knots I can never untie.
Standing outside that house where the sky
blushed a deep crimson, I suddenly realized
how irrevocable an action is, how permanent.
You cannot unknow knowledge.
Emotionally disorientated, I watched the sun sink
into the water and did not move until
there was darkness enough to hide my shame.
Knowing I had to go, I went.
And where else could I go, but home
and back to him, bearing my guilt
with me, like a hunchback.
And he opened the door to me as if it were
just any other day, and asked after it –
as if it were just any other day, asked
with genuine interest – and I lied, I lied.

I gave you my best smiles and my bearest hugs
I bought the tastiest yoghurt and the most
expensive chocolates
I turned you on all the time
I woke you up to listen to the church bells
on Sunday morning
I let you talk as much as you liked
I kept you up to watch the dawn and wrote
you poems that didn’t rhyme
For you, I wove patterns of love in an
endless tapestry of dreams….

But all you wanted was the time
I wasn’t with you
And you left because I didn’t
give you enough.

Are you my love ?
Are you my only one
After all the others have gone?
Will it last this time?
Can I trust and believe in this?
Are you my love?

I can tell you how I feel when you touch me –
Preciously cherished and valuable.
I can tell you how I feel when I touch you –
Radiantly warm and desirable.

Oh my love, you know inside of you
is such a gentle man.
I can confide in you the centre of my soul
and be a person who is whole.

Do you really see me?
Not who you want me to be,
Not just a fantasy?
Are you my love?
Are you my only one?
Now that the others have gone.
Are you my love?