Most of my favorite love poems are written by gay or lesbian writers. I'm not sure why this should be the case, but it is. It seems straight writers tend to write their best love poetry about inanimate objects or even abstract concepts. Sure, that's a terrible generalization, but it seems true to my reading experience. After twenty-five years of writing, I looked through all my poems and realized I had only written roughly a dozen love poems, and three of them were addressed to beer. Does anyone have favorite love poems? Or even ones they have written?

Only three ?

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Sanity is not statistical

During the last 32 years I have written several love poems - to my wife.
The last one, though, was to my grand daughter.

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I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.

O' princess thee who sparked this flame in me
My very core did it once implore

It waxes still and never wanes
This burning fire since then remains

A red hot fever did thou bestow
Love possessed set my heart aglow

Black embers smolder and forever scorch
A mark you left from thy eternal torch

From distant shores did I depart
A gusting wind my canvas caught

Into the dark filled night so ill-equipped
Only stars to guide this sailing ship

From sea to sea 'tis my sacred trust
That someday I'll find you this I must

A thousand years from whence I came
My hunger rages my thirst doth flame

Thru storms and gales and fickle winds
The Fates that rule my life depends

A long lost soul do I admit
But find my love did I commit

My wretched self you did once care
Have wallowed since in my despair

A sign of wonder to the heavens gaze
To turn dreadful nights into glory days

With death approaching I beg you please
Of thee I ask on bended knees

A last gasp effort with these words I rhyme
Having ached for you since ancient time

Your love I've prayed to be forever mine

...so will you be my Valentine?

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'DON'T TREAD ON ME'

please share it JJ (if you can) - I have written many too, but am too shy to share them.



this one, just fun for us all.....




Since My Valentine Got A Computer

"Since my Valentine got a computer
My love life has taken a hit.
Nothing I say is important
Unless it’s a byte or a bit.


Before she got her new laptop,
Everything was just fine;
Now she says we can’t talk
Unless we both go online.


"But honey," I said, "I’m attached to you;
Love is what I feel."
"That keyword isn’t relevant,"
She said, with eyes of steel.


She clicked the keyboard furiously;
The screen was all she could see,
And then to my horror and shame,
She started describing me:


"Your motherboard needs upgrading;
Your OS needs help, too.
And you definitely need a big heatsink
To cool your CPU."


"Don’t flame me, my sweet," I pleaded.
"Not on Valentine’s Day."
"Fix the bugs, and I’ll see," she said,
While looking at me with dismay.


"What ever you want, my darling;
Whatever you need; you call it.
I’ll upload or download anything,
And then I’ll go install it."


(Her hostile CD keeps replaying,
And though I don’t want to fight her,
Is this what I want for a Valentine?
I’ve been burned; can I rewrite her?)


"Are you all hard drive now," I asked
"Is there no software in you?
Don’t you remember the good times?
Let our memories see us through."


"LOL," she said to me, chuckling.
"You’re nothing but adware.
"I’ve got four gigs of memory;
I’ve got no problem there."


"Please, honey, we can save it," I said.
"Our love means more than that."
"That’s not in my cache; we’re going to crash,"
She said, as she turned me down flat.


(This woman has really changed;
Do I really want to chase her?
More and more I’m thinking
It might be nice to erase her.)


"Aw, honey, don’t talk like that," I said.
"Can’t we just plug and play?
I hereby accept default,
And I’m yours, my love, come what may.


My goal is to make you happy;
I want to be your portal,
But your sudden, distant coldness
Would test the strongest mortal.


If we need a brand new interface,
So we can FTP,
I’m your go along, get along guy,
And I want you to stay with me."


"If you want to get into my favorites," she said,
And you want to get past my encryption,
If you want to get through my firewall,
Here is my only prescription."


"First, put up your own Web site,
And e-mail me when it’s done.
I’ll check your page rank with Google,
And tell you if you’re the one."


My life has become a real trial,
Since my Valentine got a computer.
If I want her to care about me again,
I guess I’ll have to reboot her."


By Joanna Fuchs

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I live in my own little world, but it's OK - they know me here...