| Love was.....
When 'if' lay between you and I
And 'never' seemed forever
I fell to earth in surrender
And you became the centre of my eye
Love is.....
When I pass by you accidentally
I grab a sense of your smile
When between us is distance measured by the mile
I grab a sense of our love immeasurably
Love will be.....
When I can no longer see to see
When I can no longer hear to hear
I know you will be near
Simply just you and me
Love eternally.....
When God granted us our wish finally
He put in us a throbbing heart
When it stops from this earth we will depart
But our Love will live eternally
(For S.....)
By Peter Stavropoulos
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..I have not forgotten you
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| I have not forgotten you
For you have given me
Each blessed memory
I have not forgotten you
For I hold your hand
Each step I stand
I have not forgotten you
For you have taught me well
Each lesson I spell
I have not forgotten you
For in truth you are rare
Each thought I have spare
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| Wish upon
Another's heart
Let her be happy
Let her be strong
Let her Love right the wrong
Wish upon
Another's mind
Let it seek
Let it be free
Let it's knowledge find me
Wish upon
Another's soul
Let us journey
Let us travel far
Let our Love guide the star
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| Beauty lies
Within your eyes
I can't speak
Of what I seek
Its mystery
A majesty
No purpose seems
To fit dreams
Beneath the lid
Your eyes hid
By Peter Stavropoulos
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..You are Life and Love and More
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| You are life and love and more.
You are earth and fire and more.
You are the sky above the sea below and more.
You are what encompasses life
What gives direction
What holds hope
What nurtures happiness
What feeds passion
And more.
You are to me
What I am to you
In my dreams.
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| Each chance
A new belief
Something new
A heart's relief
Each romance
A lover's hue
Finding Love
Each in you
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| Emptiness means little without you
Words alone cannot equal two
You meant little to me before we met
The world alone closed every sunset
I had fought and lost again
What thought had found to gain
Its memory a frozen ocean
Without you Love's empty notion
(For S.D.)
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| What's a friendship? My Love.
It's when you promise me your company
And keep your promise.
It's when we joke about each other
And laugh at ourselves.
It's when we know we're not perfect
And accept each other as we are.
It's when we don't expect too much
And are happy with what we are given.
It's when we value each other's friendship
Above all else.
By Peter Stavropoulos
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I Think of You and Miss You
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| How could fate have separated us?
I think of you and miss you.
I think of your warm and inviting smile
Of the laughter that now brings tears
And I miss you.
I think of your small body wrapped in my arms
Of the hands that caressed your hair
And I miss you.
I think of evenings in front of a fire
Of hot chicken soup now gone cold
And I miss you.
I think of you bravely waving good bye
Of the way you walked out of my sight
And I miss you.
I think of lessons you have taught me
Of the promises I keep
And I miss you.
By Peter Stavropoulos
Peter Stavropoulos (Best Love Poems)
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| I Thought about you
And lost my memory
In time
I could not remember
The loss
And yet
In you
I have a memory
Of a happier time
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| The lake where we had swum
Naked under the eternal sun
Never was..... nor ever set
We were..... not yet met
Forests through memories of loss
Glisten in shades of emerald gloss
Fragrant branches reach the shore
Of where you and I are no more
We meander through wooded glens
Forgetful of past and future thens
We haven't and have seen
Were we have and haven't been
It is here we've waited for
Patiently at the door
If by knocking we do find
Eternity to be kind
By Peter Stavropoulos
Blessed Easter to all Poets
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| In the everlasting fragrance
Of the sound
Of your love
I bathe and notice
Each winding minute
To your door.
To your door
The key to which
Unlocks each and every
Passage in my heart.
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| Your dress is fluttering
In the wind
- Kiss
I like it when you lie
In the sun
- Kiss
I'd forgotten the perfume
You wore this morning
- Kiss
Yesterday we had so much
Fun
- Kiss
Kisses are misses
- Kiss
Come back again
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| Rights of passage
Were a way of life for you
From innocence to post-pubescent age
Where your rights belonged to
Abuse and its cousin Neglect
Forgiveness and its twin Forgetfulness
The two brothers Hate and Disrespect
The mother of all evils Togetherness
You were a Loving child
A caring and dutiful daughter
Who married to come in from the wild
A wife led to the slaughter
By some miracle pain became prayer
Abandonment became a chance journey
Tears became a baptism into Christ's lair
A Holy Communion with sins washed away
My darling you came to me
When I thought I owned my life
Where no tear or prayer could be
And became the miracle that is my wife
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| Pure Love knows no rhythm no rhyme
It will always be the curve of your back
How you look at me innocent and out of time
Full of Love for what I lack
Pure Love knows no rhyme no rhythm
It will always be the softness of your skin
How you sing in quiet moments an anthem a hymn
Full of knowledge you hold within
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| Her hand is as soft as my touch
Her lips are as red as my heart
Nothing can compare as much
Pleasure for pleasure will surely start
Moments of madness end with Love
Kindness and compassion know not hypocrisy
In my mind's eye I see the Lord above
Pleasure for pleasure knows not jealousy
Solitude is made perfect together
Silence in each other's arms is sure
Escape from this world is a wish we share
Fantasy made real in pleasure for pleasure
For S.....
By Peter Stavropoulos
Written on Valentine's Day 2008
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| She
Existed before me
While I knew not her
I knew Love from her
While I could not feel
I could feel that she was real
While I could not believe
I believed what Love could achieve
While I existed on my own
I existed not alone
By Peter Stavropoulos
Peter Stavropoulos (Best Love Poems)
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| Let us begin here
With a sentence
And the sentence is love.
Let us begin here
With a word
And the word is forever.
Let us begin here
With a taste of certainty
And the certainty is you.
By Peter Stavropoulos.
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The Love I have has no other name
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| The Love I have has no other name
It belongs to you
The loss imagined imagines me
It belongs to you
By Peter Stavropoulos
Peter Stavropoulos (Best Love Poems)
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| The temple
Of the heart
Is the knowledge
Thereof
Of time well spent
Of loss
And innocence
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| No yes then again maybe could have been wasn't so I thought. I did didn't might have forgotten remembered put aside inside outside together. She said word spoken I listened making not a sound. Isn't it I thought then I spoken made a gesture towards behind. I loved not hated her together listened she also me other nowhere but here.
How often I love her when then isn't she come isn't either neither neither forever.
Elephants make good wood I myself neither would either should I taken lighten onwards forever, I said.
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| While I was saving her
She rescued me
She was my surrender
While I fought bureaucracy
While I was not to lose
She was my amour
She was my muse
While I was her saviour
By Peter Stavropoulos
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Woman of my imagination's dreams
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| Wonderful Woman
Wonderous Woman
Woman of my imagination's dreams
How did you find me?
How do I know you?
Wonderful Woman
Wonderous Woman
It is you I have longed for
Yet still I long for you
Woman of my imagination's dreams
Wonderful Woman
Wonderous Woman
How you have loved me
Yet how I have loved you
Woman of my dreams
By Peter Stavropoulos
(For S.....)
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Happiness is Happiness found
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| Jesus' joy in 'finding the lost sheep'
Alice's delight in seeing the rabbit
Middle Earth's astonishment in the Hobbit
Beauty's delight on rising from her sleep
........... As I have in you
Arthur's belief in drawing Excalibur sword
Cook's heroism in discovering uncharted land
Romeo's stolen kiss of Juliet's hand
Thomas' disbelief in finding the risen Lord
........... As I have in you
Homer's love requited in faithful Marge
Batman's trust in his sidekick Robin
Genie's obedience of mighty Aladdin
Ned Kelly's unbounded freedom at large
........... As I have in you
Odysseus' enchantment at the Siren's sound
Prometheus let loose of his ties
Penelope's final cries
Happiness is Happiness found
........... As I have in you
By Peter Stavropoulos
(Written with the help of L.F.Stavropoulos)
(For S....., A...., & L.....)
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| Since I'm here
I'll say, Hello
How are you?
Since I'm not going away
I'll stay here
And say
Hello
How are you?
If you wish
You can stay
There is no need
To go
Be my friend
If you wish
You can, you know
Hello
By Peter Stavropoulos
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I didn't mean to say goodbye
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| | | | I didn't mean to say goodbye
I only meant to go
To leave as quietly as I came
And to feign a hello.
By Peter Stavropoulos
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Not waiting to be hurt again
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I hurt myself
In the most unjust way.
Not wanting to be hurt again
I direct the pain
To strike me in the most painful way.
Never tired of grief
I grieve for what I've lost
Losing it one more time.
By Peter Stavropoulos
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The education of the young mind
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| | | | The education of the young mind
Took place
Behind closed doors
Because that mind -
Initially free -
Had to be
Taught
The value of freedom.
The education of the young mind
Took place
In an open space
Because that mind -
Once closed -
Had to be
Set free
To explore itself.
By Peter Stavropoulos
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The Story of a Poem (Narrative Poem)
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| | | | Prepared to ridicule himself, this fool
Is guarded against the jibes
Of those he thinks less inclined to self-criticism.
How then is he to gauge his faults
And turn them into something worthwhile?
How can he define his foolishness
If uncertain as to the extent of his limitations?
How can he begin to accept the advice of others -
'Go jump! ' 'Take a good hard look at yourself! ' 'Grow up! ' -
If he isn't prepared to be objective?
Unprepared to accept objectivity as objective
'I know what I know', he spouts
Ill-mannered, inconsiderate and obstinate.
How is he to assume the more demanding role
Of the one being spoken to?
No words, it seems,
Can convince him of his stupidity.
No words, that is,
Except his own.
Um.... ah.... um.... a poem takes form.
Ironically, loneliness is his theme
Nothing else can say what he wants to say.
Happiest is he, when miserable
Exposing his misery for all the world to see.
No one, it seems, is quite as miserable as he.
He takes care not to say too much
In case,
To make his point
He admits (in the mode of a tragic figure)
That there is nothing to say.
Logically, 'there is nothing to say' explains
His actions
Although failing to describe
What bothers him.
It seems that that can only be other people.
In them, real feelings express themselves
And a challenge presents itself for him to understand them
No matter
It is they not understanding him
That concerns me.
As querulous as it may sound
It is their obsession with 'reality'
That he objects to.
No amount of persuasion can convince them
That his feelings are real.
'Such as absurd notion demands an explanation'
He hears them say, but he is only prepared
To go on dreaming -
Observing others observing him
Observing them.
His sincerity
Isn't expressed in conventional terms.
Unbeknownst to them, he cares
And unknowingly they add to his suffering
As they refuse to acknowledge his feelings.
His suffering -
A product of a trivial pursuit
For universal meanings -
Is compounded by those who think him
Lacking.
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Lacking in those human qualities
He most desires
He turns to someone, who,
Without her knowing,
Possesses them for him.
Kindly, she admits him -
Herself lacking the assurance
To comprehend the extent of his need.
She feels for him
As one would a child, an innocent, a poet.
His feelings exist in her eyes,
And his failings form
His 'uniqueness' -
A reason
For loving him.
Sufficent reason, in itself,
For him to love her.
Nevertheless he feels
An even greater need
To justify his feelings.
Their differences,
His reliance on her
And, equally,
Hers on him
Need explaining.
As others see it
Their differences contain the germs of disunity,
And in their interdependence, signs of submission.
Again they see things in 'real terms'
Neglecting to take into account the power of the imagination.
She isn't what she appears to be
Her beauty transcends experience
With all pain absorbed in her -
He shares in her happiness
And is privy to her sensitivity.
She instills in him a new faith,
Another reason to write -
A belief in humanity.
This is what he must explain
To those who think him foolish.
But he remains aloof
Barred by a certain quirk in his character -
Whenever he tries to be serious
He gives the impression
Of being insincere.
When he tries to explain his feelings
It's as if he is the one
Who needs to be convinced -
His new found faith seems void
Without someone else to believe it.
Yet people want to listen
And give him the chance he's been looking for -
The chance to prove himself to them.
They're not heartless,
And would rather not judge anyone unfairly.
The truth is, however,
That he is such a fool
That he needs to hear his own words
From someone else's mouth
Before he can believe them.
By Peter Stavropoulos
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