Love POETRY is not familiar territory for me but we’ve all gone through the terror and awkward excitement of first love and the pursuit of love.

Where have you been
since when, first seen?
in a pub, drunk and befuddled.
on a pitch, wet, be – puddled,
who knows ’til now,
love’s confusing signals,
the sweaty lip,
the furrowed brow
the dread of each encounter?

There is no map,
or uncharted path,
In love’s rough seas
to point the way.
All who are in springtime life
know the chill of innocence ,
while those of Autumn
live in dread, scorched by
fate and experience.

In the comfort of a love’s embrace
we soothe, praise, salivate.
In another time and circumstance,
We cry, deny and denigrate,
but the solace is shallow,
the hour late,
Is it better to live and love,
Hate to love or
Love to hate?

I spoke her name,
the wincing horror
of love’s sharp pain,
to measure in perspiring palms,
Irrational thought
and shallow breathing,
the challenge of acceptance,
the nightmare of rejection.

9 thoughts on “Love Poem

    • Why thank you, Lucy. I’ve been trying to put together a selection of poems related to Dublin’s Viking past. Frustrated, I decided to go for a pint. In the pub, a couple sit down beside and it soon becomes clear they’re first daters. Then a woman arrives, alone, orders a drink and then gets busy with her phone. She calls her partner/husband/bf/gf. She leaves a message. Her anxiety is palpable. I borrowed a pen from the bartender and wrote this in the back pages of the book I was reading because I was reminded of that pain.

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  2. Very beautiful imagery, Dermott! You truly have a gift, and a way with expressing through words. Amazing! Here is an excerpt from one of my pieces from my eBook of poetry:

    As I stare at the inkless page of lost memories I think of you. The one that got away. Far far away… but still at arm’s length of my touch.
    Don’t rush. Your heart is fragile and understandable is the difficulty to trust.
    Our cycle has repeated for many moons.
    In love for a spell until animosity resumes…
    And we fail and we suffer. Struggle because of hate yet we love one another.
    If only it could all be so simple. As you blame your outburst on your latest menstrual.
    And I blame my reaction on my heinous temper.
    My expectations I’ve learned to temper. We just can’t get it.
    It hurts because in the beginning everything involving my future included you in it.
    Cloud 9 was our image. The love was true.
    Found freedom to be myself when I was with you. When we were one.
    Now we’ve become none…distant. Still shifting…
    I wonder if we’ll ever be more than a vision.
    This has got to be a sickness.
    And loving the wrong girl is a painful symptom.
    Yet I constantly hear the cries of you playing the victim. Because I’m the bad guy.
    The one who damaged your heart… stepped on and ripped it apart…

    Thanks again for sharing! I hope you get a chance to follow me:

    And check out the audio piece I put together of me reading the entire poem with a visual backdrop and music in the background here:

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