Love and Valentine poems by Douglas, Louise and Laurence
INKLINGS
Love… by Douglas Raeside
More than a feeling, it just a vibe?
A thing that really, really keeps us alive.
A warm cuddle, a kindness of word,
More given by just this world.
We critical to one, and all
When we fair ,even play ball.
A little kindness, a little thought,
A behaviour learnt, from very cot
A brief hello, gesture great,
A life’s journey, heaven’s gate.
So spread the love ,even joy,
A life lesson learnt, as from young boy.
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Love… by Louise Ryan
Love hurts my heart,
Love hurts my head,
Love, when its gone, makes me wanna stay in bed
Love hurts my soul,
Love hurts my being,
What is love…? This phenomenal feeling
Love chokes me up,
Because of love I can’t see,
Love has me drowning in tears in a way I’ve never been
Love says goodbye,
Love says I’ll wait
Love speaks a million words through hundreds of photos of all our dates
Love is love,
My favourite word, my favourite place to be
Love is unlimited and the best things in life like love are free
Love stands for everything,
Love stands for hope,
Love stands when you feel you can’t anymore cause your heart is broke
Love is immeasurable, love a number 8 on its side
Love is all the stars in the sky but seeing them in your eyes,
Love will hold on forever cause love is worthwhile
Love is never silent, love is never loud
Better to have loved and lost will always make me proud
Love is a mystery, love an endless dream
Love has to come to an end, unfortunately for the time being,
On me, love will always let you lean
Love, a best friend and more,
Love, a text one day, a two hour call, a meeting at the door,
Love for lovesake never will I ignore
Love… One goodbye for now,
Love… I’ll just say see you later,
Love heals us in time as I wait in faith here.
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#14… by Laurence Meehan
We bought flowers on our way home.
You know!… Petrol station stuff
Some overpriced chocolates
And a bottle of foam
We watched the same old movie.
Recited the lines together.
Is this what they meant?
When they said forever?
Of course not, but hey!
It’s Valentine’s Day
And one must validate one’s love
In a commercial way
So, let’s drink to the flowers dying in the vase.
And ask yourself this…
what’s been a flower?
Or what flower been?
Love is love.
Not a chocolate dream
Remember to love that human being.
Not a date
In the calendar
Number fourteen.
Douglas, Louise and Laurence are members of Inklings Writing Group, who meet on Tuesdays at 10.50am in the Annebrook House Hotel.