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The NY Literary Magazine is running a free-to-enter love poetry contest. Talented poets of any age, nationality, and gender are invited to submit their love poems to our poetry competition!
It is FREE to submit your poems to our love poetry contest.
We’re seeking expressive love poems which are written from the heart and convey real emotions. This poetry contest is open to
sends a bolt of lightning through my veins so
powerful even Zeus could not withstand.
Longing to feel the pleasure of your blow
as I hold the rod of your love. My dear,
I know our roots will not go much deeper.
For now, like atoms, I want you as near.
to carve into the shape of your heart
Your eyes sparkle under a moonlit sky
Or is it just my imagination?
You offer it to me with thousands of promises
and I take it, no questions asked
Sweet words slip from your lips
but it tastes bitter on my tongue
You wrap me in a tight embrace
and I choke on the crisp night air
Spent in a restless night
They come and go
Between turns in light-stars
in the shaded dark
And how many thoughts on my mind
Papers thrown out in a basket and
How much nonsense exists in a sigh
How primitive is
Man at first rising in the early morning light
Celestine is the color of the sky today
And she smiles at the scent of coffee
Poured in a ceramic brown cup that steams vaporously
Today I am no longer attracted by the
Chasing after of a dream
For those who want it
They can go and get it
Today I am alone with my thoughts
In my silence
I have no worries
I am convinced that life is sincere
That death is accepted
without tasting any salt
-less bitter-
but not the ocean anymore
Leaving after work in the morning light
makes forgetting all but easy
-painful reminders-
Of what we used to be.
that starts out from a seed
it needs some love to make it grow
and help it to succeed
It becomes a tiny sapling
that plants its little roots
then from the stems
buds soon grow
with leaves and little shoots
As time goes by a petal forms
that’s just how nature grows
before too long that little bud
evolves into a rose
when I long to touch you
My arms, deprived of your curves
My eyes, blind to see your borders
I can’t hold you anymore
as the sun is a kidnapper,
a tormentor, who tears you apart
my hand in his
the crunch of the gravel
under the wet tire
in your dad’s quarry
the damp thick of the air
in which two hearts lingered
suspended there
for a few tragic years
one higher than the other
before they came undone
plummeting and shattering
My thoughts are still your thoughts,
My dreams governed by your ways,
My head is filled with idle notions,
I’m still going through the motions,
Yet despair permeates the air,
It clings to my clothes,
Sits in your empty chair.
My emotions raw,
My devotion not required anymore,
For you have found a new love,
A younger version of me,
A man whose belly burns with fire,
Not a solid, dependable soul like me.
The NY Literary Magazine’s latest love poetry anthology “SPARKS” is now available to read on all Amazon Kindle devices.
Poetry lovers can also read our digital love poetry magazine for free on Issuu.
SPARKS is a collection of best love poems written in 2016 by modern, talented poets from around the world.
The NY Literary Magazine publishes a distinguished selection of outstanding, contemporary poetry and short stories.
We’re currently accepting poetry submissions
