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poems about love

Sempiternal Flame | A Poem by Sofia Kioroglou

Love is like a candle
when the wick burns
feelings coagulate
a sempiternal flame
suddenly snuffing out
dissipating permanence
into particles of nothingness

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Sofia Kioroglou is a missionary, a pilgrim and a wife who happens to write poetry and flash fiction as a form of catharsis. She would be a cave recluse in Sinai had she not met her husband in Jerusalem four years ago. She is a twice award-winning writer and a 2017 Best of the Net Award nominee. Her poetry and flash fiction have played on the radio and are included in many anthologies, podcasts and a number of literary journals and printed books. She is a freelance editor, translator and copywriter.

Total Eclipse | A Poem by Judy Moskowitz

A falling star on the edge
of the dark side
wants to know why
in an endless quest
leading to brown grass
when the world dies
will love live on
in an open sky
hands outstretched
ready to do it right this time
or when love dies
nothing moves forever
not even small creatures
the wind has turned its back
hair starts to fall dead on arrival
like falling snow on my pillow
in my vacuum
counting each strand
in my poem

Insect Nonsense | A Poem by Omar Ali

Quiet, except
for the insects,
and a dog barking
somewhere. No
answer. The sleepy houses. The
dog finally went silent, tiring
of its own voice, the absence
of an answer, not even
an echo. He stared out
to somewhere. The stars looked
nearby out there, although their light
was reaching and reaching
from far away, dimming
the more it reached,
any closer and maybe he could hear
their far away whispers. Quiet,
except for the insects.
Their sounds didn’t
make any sense.
You thought you
were in love, like it’s
something real. It feels
like insect nonsense.

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Address Change | A Poem by Donal Mahoney

Sending out an address change
to a friend I haven’t seen
in 50 years, I say

my wife and I are moving
someplace new next month
barring something unforeseen.

We realize something unforeseen
isn’t likely to happen since
we’re prepared for anything

as the years march on
and we march right behind them.
Second only to “I love you”

all we want to hear now is
the phone ring and the doctor say
“Good news. It’s benign.”

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