Love Poems About Bio or Bio Love Poems
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories: art, beauty, imagination, introspection, longing,

Self

I am a lady
In a white dress
My desire only to be softly caressed
So I take my paint brush, and delinquently paint
My face that pleads let love become quaint
I confess  to my brushes
Let a man stroke me 
With eloquence and grace
As he gazes into the love on my face
La fenêtre you see that I paint so clear
You have to climb in through it
To hold me so dear
Can you not see into my soft sad lonely eyes?
I desire myself
Wrapped inside of you
On canvas
I shall paint forever
Myself
That never existed

by Brian Strand |
Categories: childhood, life, love, passion, places, time

Rites of Passage

Remember the day
Apron strings loosed,untied
as maternal voices faltered and cried
Remember the day
When a soprano voice lost its elan
and a boy became a man
Remember the day
Peer pressure would not hide
and diffidence was replaced with pride
Remember the day
Desire,with warm whispers heard
questions,answered with just three words
Remember the day
Filled with joy and love
a union blessed from above
Remember the day
Holding a first-born,so wee
as two self-absorbed,became three
Remember the day
Trust was born-a-new
a changed life came into view
Remember the day
Genesis as a work of art
with gifts to share and impart
Remember the day

by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: happy, humorous, love, silly,

Welcome To My Bio

Brenda Gail 
I am Compassionate, love and breathe poetry, humorous and a peace maker.
Sister of Patti Lynne, Paul, David and Beth.
I love children (more), I love to sing in a choir and have a song for just about everything. I love to make others happy.
I feel loved, appreciated and very blessed.
I fear not being healthy enough to make it to my son’s wedding, getting sick this winter and losing my mom.
I’d love to be able to travel again, walk around a mall, and would love to be in a poetry slam.
Living in the GTA Greater Toronto Area, Ontario.
Meier-Hans 

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.13.2014
Regina Riddles Contest: Bio Poems
1st


by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: art, conflict, inspiration, world,

Moi-Meme

Mark 
Creative, artistic, musical, analytical
Brother of Michael and Susanna; son of Fred and Marlyn
Lover of Nelly (Bourieau) H., science fiction novels and films, private serenity 
Who feels respect for God and humanity, love for nature, worry for the Earth’s future 
Who fears mediocrity, retirement, economic collapse leading to a popular insurrection
Who would like to see successful sons, grandchildren, his songs produced/recorded 
Marina, California (for the moment) 
Halliday

by Harry Horsman |
Categories: war,

The Urban Battlefield

(The final utterance and testament
of a fallen comrade. Belfast 1979)

He
never knew
till he laid there naked.
(A withering heap of travesty.)
How blue the sky
how green the grass,
each tiny blade reminiscent
of a gentle touch from a bygone age.
Each wound on fire,
yet a confound complement
to a burning passion
of a love he was about
to leave behind.
He 
saw formidable clouds
begin to threaten
the moment,
yet gently
refreshing droplets
tantalize the mood,
blend with a body
and it’s blood, before
washing a mind
free of it’s pain
forever!

  © Harry J Horsman 1994

by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories: me,

Meet Bg

Barbara Jean Funny, friendly, bashful and sometimes bone-headed Little sister of Dr. Daniel Merrill Lover of the written word, my grandchildren and the natural world I feel wonder at new life, love for my friends, and confusion with math Afraid for the environment, abused women and children, and afraid of snakes I would like to see Machu Picchu, my mothers's face once more and The Giants win the World Series Resident of Vacaville, Ca Gorelick

by Caycay Jennings |
Categories: dream, emotions, fear, identity, joy, life, self,

Bio Modified - Emotionally Intuitive

Emotionally,
a wordsmith, caregiver, plant tender, embroiderer;
enjoy studying esoteric astrology, being in nature and dancing,
daydream of owning land, living remotely, publishing.
Sadness lives in me over global greed, power thirst, cruelty,
I fear Burger King's king, public speaking, being alone when old;
wish I could promote self-love, peace and forgiveness for all,
resident of the human condition as God's child.
Intuitive ....




... CayCay
April 20, 2020

by John Loving Iii |
Categories: birthday, words, heart, heart, love,

To April

I say the words I love you
In every song that's played
My every poem says I love you
With ink that will never fade
On a cloud I wrote I love you
But the cloud blew away
On a tree I wrote I love you
Behind the leaves words say
In the sand I wrote I love you
To the laughing tide
In the wind I cried I love you
While its fury silenced my pride
With my eyes I say I love you
They can never lie
With my heart I love you
A heart that's ruled by time
With my soul I love you
Your the heaven of my mind
With my life I love you
Seek and you shall find

by Johnathon Bart |
Categories: happiness, life, love, passion, uplifting,

Vegetable Love

Sweet peas,
Sweet corn,
Sweet the clue,
That does adorn,
The sweetest thing
I've ever seen,
Since I was born...

Like "Casablanca"
Embracing at an airport,
But not for "Goodbye"
But here to "court"

No way, but 
A short while ago,
Would I ever,
Dare to believe,
This could ever be so...

Life carries some surprises,
Some are awful sweet,
Not every one,
Ends in some 
horrible defeat...

I'll ask no more,
Of my God above,
Because he has returned
Your precious love.

by Constantinos Grigoriadis |
Categories: fantasy, happiness, life, love, passion, sympathy, universe,

The Universe Close To Me

I was not alone inside my loneliness
I had company, stars flowers and birds
But when you came in my life
I saw the universe close to me.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved

by Eve Roper |
Categories: self,

Bio Modified Passionate Romantic

Passionate, 
an impressionist writer, oil painter, and a loving role model grandmother. 
I love the creativeness, easy-going, and wit of the friends I love.
Ideas of trying Yoga, Zumba, and host a girl's bunco night. 
My soul feelings are an inspirational drive, love, and forgiving.
My biggest fears, are loneliness, lightning, breakdown on the freeway.
I would like to shop, melt in someone's arms, and dance until I drop.
Resident of the biggest state, the Lone Star State of Texas.
Romantic...


3/28/2020

Bio Modified Poetry Contest  
Sponsored by: Dear Heart

by Jill Martin |
Categories: angst, devotion, hope, life, loss, love, passion, morning,

Monday Sans Him

Sometimes ... there is no reason
     for morning tears.

Distracted me
     tangled in the debris
     of a raging sea.
So very small
the moment
     meant
nothing at all.

And what of that day ....
dismade bed
dirty sock left on the kitchen floor
       I was going to scrub a week ago
left me crying and
cursing
       falling to pieces
where is my other shoe
       my toes are cold
speed bump on shaky knees
spills my morning tea.

Sometimes there is no reason ....

by Curtis Moorman |
Categories: america, beautiful, christian, environment, jesus, joy, spiritual,

Bio Modified - Southern Gentleman

BIO MODIFIED - SOUTHERN GENTLEMAN

Southern
Being courteous, sentimental, compassionate, helpful to others 
I love Jesus, Southern Gospel Music, and Family
It is my plan to buy a new car, travel, and be on my own
Blessed to feel content, at peace, and filled with joy
My fear is not being ambulatory, losing  my eyesight and being bedridden
Meet President Trump, restore late model cars, and sing bass in a gospel quartet
I am a resident of the great State of Georgia, one of the original 13 colonies
Gentleman

18 April 2020
For the contest sponsored by Dear Heart

by Satin Doll Diva |
Categories: uplifting

That Satin Doll

Satin Doll Diva
Born to achieve - AH!
A Leo, a fierce Lioness,

A tiny, tempting treat
Spellbinding ... Unique,
A magical spirit, a sweet Poetess,

Love writing poetry
Give me my symmatry,
Verses and phrases design,

THAT Satin Doll Diva
Intending to weave - AH!
Poems and friendships all mine.

by Caycay Jennings |
Categories: character, emotions, feelings, heart, identity, introspection, journey,

Intuitive Authentic

Intuitive
with a friendly, caring nature, I am imaginative and spiritual.
I share my home nest with my older brother, adult son and soulmate.
I love antiques, dancing and spontaneous adventures on ATVs. 
I feel sorrow for humanity, but gratitude and love are my home emotions.
I fear ignorance, the medical community and for my son's life after I pass.
I would rejoice to see brotherhood lived in global peace and equality.
Resident brat of all in the U.S. Army world, I lack a hometown.
Authentic





... CayCay
February 3, 2019

by Shaney Rose |
Categories: art,

Bio

Shaney
Artistic, introverted, passionate 
Twin sister of Jake, daughter of 
Melanie and Wes
Lover of poetry, fashion, music 
and creativity
Who feels love, excitement and 
nostalgia
Who fears failure, loss and 
death
Who would like to see Hawaii, 
equality and happiness
Resident of a small town in San 
Diego, California
Rose

by Jill Martin |
Categories: life, loss, love, sad,

In the Blink of a Wink

He sang to her
silly songs
because she asked
and because
      he promised.
And 
she knew, hundreds of miles away,
by the way the waves crashed on the shore,
the winds whipped his hair
and rocked his world,
he would never know
a tomorrow 
by the same name
again.

by Shari Larson |
Categories: devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, hope, lost love, love, sad

Thoughts

I smile when I talk to you
I wish to hold you tight
Yet in this cave I have to stay
and think throughout the night

The way you used to hold me
how special I would feel
And now my soul is numb within
was your love for real

You never said you wanted me
no words were even their
The tension built up inside
from memories we'd share

Everything is different now
your miles from my heart
Yet my thoughts stay with you
and wish to never part

Maybe we weren't meant to be
my heart will question why
Good bye for now but don't let go
for you I'll always try

by Susan Ashley |
Categories: appreciation, introspection, life, love, passion, poetess, self,

Lyrical Daydreamer

Wordweaver
inquisitive, imaginative, intuitive and playful
daughter of Alice and Albert
lover of my twin flame, family and Nature
who feels appreciation, delight and empathy
who fears oppression, the unknown and hateful emotions
who would like to dream new dreams, believe in tomorrow and never give up
resident of Acushnet, Massachusetts
Gelinas

My husband Bill  my center flame  
and I  the moth  drawn in so close
he bathes my life with candlelight —
I shed my wings and fall for him again  and again

by Tom Bell |
Categories: adventure, angst, faith, introspection, life, love, passion,

Sometimes

Sometimes when I see
A happy family
It quickly gets to me
The sadness that must be
In this lonely life of just me

For whatever sins I may have done,
I never meant to hurt anyone
And whatever luster I had in life,
Burned away with a cheating wife.

I realize part was my fault
I did not provide something I ought,
But the pain was slow to fade,
In the misery that she made

Now hope has come again to me
In a beauty all can see
Shining from the inside out
Makes me want to shout

And, I know that I am blessed.
And in happiness I am dressed.

by Carolyn Oclaire |
Categories: lost love, me, time, me, time,

U Set Me Free

I thought u set me free,
When u told me u loved me,
I thought I was your forever,
I thought I was your queen,
But I found out that u lied 2 me,

I thought u set me free,
When u said we'd be together for eternity,
But is was another of your many lies,
Just like u said I was your destiny,

But the time has come,
It's time I set my self free,
It's time I learn 2 love me,

by Tyffani Paceley |
Categories: love, love,

Same Old, Same Old

I hate the way you look at me
It reminds me what we used to be
But our love wasn't real
When I look at you
I can't control how I feel
You don't know how badly you hurt me
All I can think is "How could he?"
It was all a lie
The "I love you" and "Forever we'll be"
And yet I believed 
Everything you said to me
I was your biggest regret
I just can't let go yet
I tried to change for you
But that wouldn't do
So I sit here and ask
"Why does it always seem
I always fall in love with someone
Who isn't in love with me?"

by Michelle Faulkner |
Categories: life, philosophy,

Bio Modified-Solitary Scribbler

Solitary
Cloud watcher, tea drinker, dog walker, cat napper
I love summer twilight, dawn fog, and banana cream pie
I believe hype is trite, compliments are contagious, and love is homemade
I feel tangled, fragile, and tentative
I fear unwashed hands, unheard words, and unforeseen consequences
I want to feed a giraffe, ride in a carriage, and sleep in a castle
I reside on the side of feathered hope
Scribbler

4/4/20

For 'Bio Modified' contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart

Shared 1st Place

by Brian Strand |
Categories: christian, truth,

In Christ

immersed,
         alive to God
this gift by Him,
              eternal life:
to trust&
walk in the Spirit
                      free
from the law
        of death and sin:

sanctified
          at liberty
                 within
the riches
            of His grace:

working through love
a promise
           of life
at peace
              saved
and raised:

to sit
      together
         in a heavenly place:

with every spiritual blessing
then
      to
           fall asleep
                            in Him
  the Christ

this truth in this poem inspired by scriptures in the letters of Paul to Romans/Corinth/Galatia/Phillipi/Ephesus/ and Timothy

by Millicent Pieters |
Categories: adventure, blessing, celebration, heart, love, soulmate,

Unwritten

Not another phase in my life
Or another chapter to be closed
There won’t be more pain to erase or
Another story to be told
I won’t speak of memories
I’ll be living them daily 

Not another “that point in my life”
Or another “used to be us”
There won’t be an “experience” I had or
A page to be turned
I won’t speak of you
I’ll be speaking to you

Not another heart breaking poem to be written
Or another entry in my new book
There won’t be more ink to be wasted
And paper recycled 
I won’t be able to have a final draft
I’ll be writing our story forever