We've been getting a lot of Google visitors searching for love poetry inspiration. Rather than disappoint those poor guys who've surfed half-way 'round the globe trying to learn how to write a love poem, our own Carl Bryant has written a sample bit of free verse.


Signing a Watercolor, 3am

In the woods
there's a blanket - there
since September -

past my reflection,
my window, the garden
in winter, the gate to the grove.

Beyond the gate,
the moon holds onto honeysuckle
while hardwoods nod
a lullaby with butterscotched limbs.

All things wait to sleep,
and autumn is a persistent leaf -
brushing her name

with lips on my skin.


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If this gets you lucky, he wants credit. Or beer.
If this gets you laughed at, he asks that you leave his name out of it.

Here's a traditional love poem - about pie:

The Pie Not Taken

Two pies seduced in a yellow fridge
And sorry I could not eat both
And be on Atkins, I stood a smidge
And looked down long on the crusty ridge
and gave foul Atkins a vile oath;

Then took one from the fridgidaire,
And meeting perhaps the diet claim
'Cause it was thinner, stuffed with pear;
Though as for that the syrup there
Had made them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
with crusts no knife had tried to hack.
I kept the peach for another day!
Yet knowing how children eat away,
I worried I'd not get that snack.

I shall be telling this with huge thigh
Covered with hungry grandkids hence:
Two pies seduced in a fridge, and I--
I ate the thin one - the tiny pie
first, and it made no difference.

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