Love Poems About Alliteration or Alliteration Love Poems
by Silent One |
Categories: passion, romantic love, true love,

This Is Love

Twilight's aurora seems so perfect. Lustrous shades of clementine, caressing vivid violet visions. Majestic moon enlightens, as shadows come to life. Flashes of light, pierce through a black blanket. Love wraps itself, scintillating soaring spirits to glide towards sphinxlike skies, searching for secret stars. Eyes glitter like sprinkles of stardust. Lips blend like silent ovetones, adrift in romantic musings. Hearts pacify in peaceful rhythms, each beat an endless reminder this is no mirage from a sweet reverie.
Simple Musing Silent One 5 May 2019

by Harry Horsman |
Categories: love, thank you,

In So Many Ways

Your willing lips encased entwined with mine   
The taste as soft as the morning cast dew,
Emerald eyes the clarity of wine
Brings to mind the wondrous Castle to view.
Your voice as sweet as Thrush in harmony
A chorus awakened to the sunlight,
Penetration of love in litany
In deep alliteration morn till night.
Embraced in shackled touch with bonds thus bind
Oh I will of words pen of this love found,
You took a sad heart upon like did find
Staid the exterior yet ardour sound.
Your love's reflection my happiest days
This need to tell you in so many ways. 

 © Harry J Horsman 2013

by Skat A |
Categories: absence, cry, desire, feelings, moving on, sorry,

Houston We Have a Problem

"When returning love, becomes to Late"

Fantastic,
From her eyes
His name the name
She mumbles silently 
3 rivers, 3 years, 2 many tears
She loves him endlessly

Sending her soul
A free feeling, 
Finally, he fell
Engaging, equal to the spell
Morning, mountains and more
Move across a new age moon
His heart happily 
Traveling towards hers
Dashing dandy, onto her dinner plate 
Too long she waited, 
She's not hungry, her heart self healed 

3 rivers 3 years 2 late
Her tears faded his rusty name 

SKAT


by Linda-Marie Sweetheart |
Categories: funny,

12 Days of Christmas Craves

"12 Days of Christmas Craves" On the twelfth day of Christmas My true love sent to me 12 twinkling tiaras Eleven emerald elephants Ten Tiffany trinkets Nine naughty negligees Eight echoing elves Seven sequined stars Six sexy singers Five fake fingernails s s s Four furry foxes Three tingling tamborines Two turtledoves And peach tree in pail via e-mails s s s. *For P.D.'S 12 Days of Christmas. *Written by: Linda-Marie "Sweetheart".

by Phil Capitano |
Categories: language, poetry,

Dance With Me

Writing is dancing with words...
     a titillating tango with verbs delicious...
          a sultry waltz with rhythm and meter...
               a hot rumba with randy adjectives...
                    a forbidden dance with unnamed nouns...
                         if this has not left you wanting more
                         then I shall dance with words no more.

Poetry is a pure passion play
     of alliteration and words dancing in line,
           a quick-stepping, twin-tapping salsa,
		a seductive rhapsody in rhyme,
		     moving metaphors, measure and time…
			   my love is wrapped in this poetry
			   so will you please come dance with me?

by Line Gauthier |
Categories: death, evil, grief, heartbroken, lost love, wedding, winter,

Winter Widow Wordplay

whimsical windswept whiteness 
wedding weekend wanderlust
willowy wonderland waltz
wrongfully weathered woe
wintry wishful whispers
wrestling woodland wintertide

welcome waxen wallflower
weeping wheezy widow
whimpering wholeheartedly
wrangling worthless worries
wanton wretched wrongdoing
wedged within wickedness



Submitted on December 7, 2020 for contest ALLITERATION sponsored by EVE ROPER

AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Originally posted on October 23, 2018

by Edward Ibeh |
Categories: betrayal, friendship, love, relationship, sad,

Gut Punch

Bearing the brunt of betrayal, 
his long-time lady lover leaves him 
for another flame. Surprisingly saying 
"I'm so sorry, Sam, we should start
seeing other people"

Broken by a brutal blindside 
out of nowhere. He couldn't comprehend 
the reason; the shock shook him 
like a loud trembling thunder
shakes someone out in the rain

Suddenly lovelorn, 
he's left wondering why. 
"What did I do to deserve this?"
To add insult to injury, he learns
she left him for his best friend, Bruce.


STRAND CHOICE P,any form,any theme Poetry Contest( Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 03/24/2020

by Ashmi Sheth |
Categories: devotion, love, poetess, poetry, romantic, romantic love, soulmate,

I Think of You

As

bees do of nectar
seeds do of soil
birds do of berries
shells do of sea . . .

I always think of You.

by Jonathan White |
Categories: passion, sorry, teen

Sorry

"Sorry" doesn't cut it.
Well neither does a butter knife.
I guess I'll have to say "sorry" 
For being in your life.
"Sorry" for being black.
And doing what i do best.
Like RAP, BASKETBALL and SWEAT.
Instead of studying for a test.
"Sorry" for being imperfect
"Sorry" for getting sick
"Sorry" for being a man
"Sorry" for makin' you tick
There are some things you cannot change
Like color and heredity.
There's one thing I forgot to say.
"Sorry" for bein' me.

**************
This is sort of a sarcastic poem. I love me. :)

by Fatima Bhopali |
Categories: life, love, sad,

Untitled

Dark dull dawn
Sunset sad silhouette
After you’re gone

Pricking pain persists
Grief getting gross
You, still in dreams exist

Lonely long life
Sinking Spirit Subsists
Where, respite lies

by James Inman |
Categories: poetess, poetry, poets,

The Poet


The poet dreams
                         of human sorrow
lost love
lonely nights
longing      and      desire

The poet dreams
                         beauty and light
luminescent thoughts
luscious looks
loving touches

The poet dreams
                         of sounds in the night
lyric songs
lullabies
lingering chills

The poet dreams 
                         memories of tomorrow
lovely smiles
lessons learned
last lines

life      and      death

The poet dreams...



08/28/15

by Meenakshi Raina |
Categories: betrayal, break up, love, time,

Wailing

no one knows nothing
when wrapped with
smooth silver silence 
some secrets sleep.

helpless heart hopes
love lives long 
but beneath betrayal
deep desires die.

time twists tides
some sail safe
some seize sand
while wailing waiting.



poem you are proud of #2 poetry contest
Sponsored by: SKAT A
May 9, 2016

by Tom Valles |
Categories: bible, christian, faith, god, heartbroken, hope, inspiration, inspirational, prayer, religious,

When He Breathes

Soft, still, the silence heaves
I inhale, the Spirit breathes;
Flowing, growing Christ bestowing
Life and strength surpassing knowing.

Scented, soothing, respiration
Taking in His inspiration;
Filling, feeling Christ exalted
Love and Grace supremely vaulted.

Sure, secure the Spirit wind
Where flows the Sovereign;
God revealing Christ resplendent
Hope and purpose codependent.

When He breathes upon the morn
Hope has dawned and life is born;
He my all in all shall be
From now unto eternity.


Job 33:4

by Nancy Jones |
Categories: love, nature, peace, time,

When Time Stands Still

Leaping in barefoot abandon
Soaring every which way from Sunday
Laughter effortlessly exhaling cool breezes.

Lounging on nature’s lush carpet
Silhouette illumined by carefree serenity 
Lapping up rays and shining them back

Licorice sticks and crackers and brie
Sweet plumpness of kiwi and mango and peach 
Licking ripe juices off contented grin

Long luscious showers in waterfall glory
Swirling delightfully playfully pure
Lingering loving caresses of freshness 

Last blush of daylight’s electrical charge
Sunset yields gracefully generously kind
Lights flicker syntax where space enfolds meaning

Lay here beside me
Savor my dream
Let my enchantment touch yours

by Winged Warrior |
Categories: analogy, deep, feelings, loss,

Fully Booked 1

Seduced by the selective solitudes...I pick one
I chose the 100th... amongst the sacrificial setting sun
Frost filled frozen forests...forever frowning
As my breath spreads thru the vastness...forever drowning

Tic toc tic toc...my thoughts trapped in an elliptical time
100 years of solitude... panegyrical punishment for my crime

What am I guilty of?...daring to...Love!


TITLES OF NOVELS - Poetry Contest
By nette onclaud
One Hundred Years Of Solitude ( Gabriel Marquez Garcia)
June.10.2016

My form...a mixture of alliteration, rhyme and free verse.
Rhyme scheme aabb,cc,...d

by Lin Lane |
Categories: animal, nature, , sweet love,

A Revered Gift of Reticence

Having heard the harping howls of a hungry herd on the prowl I realized reticence is a revered gift like the sweet love song of a swift

by Charles Mulikey |
Categories: loss, lost love, sad,

The Bleeding Heart of a Standing Wall

I’m pouring my heart all over your soul,
But nothing can come without a toll,

My emotions are being torn to shreds,
Like a needle tearing through the threads,

But in the end no walls will fall,
In fact they’ll be standing tall,

Only to one with such a fate,
Your lies have arrived a little too late,

For in the end when the walls wont fall,
Your lies will surely get hanged in the hall.

by Rae Stegall |
Categories: devotion, happiness, love,

Falling In Love

Love is like a bottomless pit,
it is neverending,
somewhat terrifying,
and I'm fallng in love.

Love is like a vast ocean,
it seems endless,
and now I'm diving,
and I'm falling in love.

by John Gondolf |
Categories: romantic, sensual, words,

Whispered Words

Whispered Words Whispered words waft through the shadows, spoken low by luscious lips; tempting teases to the senses spurred by Steele’s most steamy scripts. Whispered words ‘neath weeping willows, meekly veiled by midnight’s mist; mentions of those magic moments, luscious lips so lightly kissed. Whispered words weave hearts with wonder melding moments lush with love; binding bodies soft in shadows ‘neath the mystic moon above.
May 16, 2024

by Niyna Desangre |
Categories: goodbye, growing up,

The Sweet Goodbye

No one screams, no one shouts, no one to cry.
No sobbing wet cheeks or damp eyes to dry
No one to stop living, nor wish to die.
No one can deny both took the chance to try
No one need to ask the other the reason why.
No one dares think of how time took to fly.
No one stops the blank stares into the sky
No more rules and laws of love to comply.
No other words unspoken but "Sweet Goodbye".
w07-07-19

by Silent One |
Categories: poetry,

What is Poetry

In abstract eyes what is poetry, but words weaved in meter, verse and rhymes to explain profound vivid images using metaphors, or simple stanzas. What our eyes capture, what our mind thinks and the moods of our heart. Some inspired by the moon, flowers or love, politics and health, showing and telling in different styles or freely flowing. Using techniques like alliteration, syllable forms like cinquain and choka or an acrostic. Poems will make us laugh, cry or relate, so let your ink bleed to release your thoughts in whatever way your soul desires to express without ignorant judgement.

by V. Deepa |
Categories: emotions, imagery, inspiration, love, moon, nature,

White Blushing Bun

white milky moon bloom dazzles eyes of peace questers oozes odium
August 23, 2020 Note:Haiku - Color With Alliteration Poetry Contest Sponsored by Tania Kitchen.

by Sunlite Wanter |
Categories: angst, goodbye,

Lost Love

Lost Love

Leaning on my PC, I find
Another place – another time.
Where you were everything in my past
And my memories are not lasting
The distance I discern in your voice
Jabbing the love – you still my choice,
The fantasy of yes, golden times
When we cuddled side by side.
Now inside I cry because I woe,
Your heart is pulling away to go,
I pray for patience that somehow you know
That I love you always, my dearest soul
Tho, you are drifting into another time
I hold you tightly in my heart and mind.

by Dave Collins |
Categories: cute love, forgiveness, happiness, joy, lost love, love,

The Louver of Love

Love Loves loved Lovers loving lovingly.
















Bite size poem 3

by Chetta Achara |
Categories: love hurts,

Leaving Love Behind

I am leaving love
Behind~

Your trickery 
Took 
The last little
Bit of it.

I have become
Brittle,
Dry like desert
Sand and wind

Patently 
     Painting
          Pretty
               Patterns

Into illusions;
Magic mirages
Made of nebulous 
Daydreams,

Destined to disappear,
Leaving me
Lonely and lost
In despair.