London Love Poems

London Love Poems Poems

Sitting by the waters edge
I now stare at a reflection
of a broken man.
...

As I whisper your name
the blend of colours
and tone bring your
your smile back home.
...

I await a love
I've never had.

Yet I am happy
...

You can have my soul
it's yours.

I just want you
...

When I first heard
your voice, a tingle
touched my heart.
...

Beautifully
you enter the room
Everyone turns
to absorb the splendour
...

When I met you, my heart skipped a beat
I felt a tingle inside, that swept me off my feet.
Waking each morning, I smiled at the world
outside..the open skies my playground
...

My sweetness, my darling love.
Can you remember our precious
first embrace. That starlit night
when I held in both my hands
...

Do you remember that first
special kiss, was the feeling
one of heavenly bliss, that swept
you off your feet, made your life
...

I love you more
than the ever
glowing sun.
...

To give your heart away
is never easy to do.

You sometimes hold it close.
...

When I try to tell you how I feel.

I can't ever
seem to find
...

There comes a time
when we must let go.

Let our heart speak
...

A smile was all it took
and my heart opened
just like a book.
...

As I sit here
sipping my coffee.
You're still
here with me, but
...

If I'm dreaming
please don't ever
wake me.
...

Butterfly kiss gentle loving friction
figure eight licks quickening of breathing.
Shivering hips, pelvic rotation, hands guiding
hands, seeking location. Foaming tides, waves
...

Yet another year has gone.

Has it really
been that long?
...

You soothe my heart, Immersing my body
in your love.Gently you bathe my soul.
Washing away past pain.You centralise
my feeling without words that many believe
...

Last night whilst
you were sleeping
I cried a little.
...

London Love Poems Biography

Biography: For Poet Jon London RANKED 45TH IN TOP 500 POETS Comment: Poetry, good poetry that is, bites and stings. It arouses the senses. It burns a hole in the brain. It stimulates the imagination. Jon’s style was well suited to his thoughts, which are never subsidized by nice disquisitions, decorated by sparkling conceits, elevated by ambitious sentences, or variegated by far-sought learning. He pays no court to the passions; he excites neither surprise nor admiration; he always understands himself, and his readers always understand him: the pursuer of Jon wants little previous knowledge; it will be sufficient that he is acquainted with common words and common things; he is neither required to mount elevations nor to explore profundities; his passage is always on a level, along solid ground, without asperities, without obstruction. Jon London's rigorous blend of instinct, insight and eloquence are the timeless quality of greatness. i have rightly described him as 'the kind of poet” most poets wait a lifetime for.' It moves like a light through the murk of human motivations, where the erotic and the lethal exist in such ambiguous interplay beyond imagination with a simple certainty of phrase: no high emotive words, no staged emotions. As an anonymous once wrote: GOD GAVE US TWO ENDS– ONE TO SIT ON, ONE TO THINK WITH. SUCCESS DEPENDS ON WHICH ONE YOU USE THE MOST; HEADS YOU WIN, TAILS YOU LOSE Like the threads of yarn in an argyle sock that crisscross, intersect and link forming a unique, colorful pattern, he has contributed a glimpse of his writing experiences to make this site worthy of those who are interested in writing and are novel. As a distinct loner living in a European circle, he produced an idiosyncratic style marked by epigram, dreamy landscapes, terse phrasing, and incisive images of all the things he want to present. His poem creates a world that somehow touches the reader. That world is built of images that come to the reader through vivid sense details and the music of vivacious language. Strong, accurate, interesting words, well-placed, make the reader feel the writer’s emotion and intentions. Choosing the right words for their meaning, their connotations, their sounds, even the look of them, makes a poem memorable. The words become guides to the feelings that lie between the lines. And he has got the ability to hit the right word at the right place. Simple is better. Clean words with clear meaning, Direct to the point. I especially like poems that set up the reader for an expected ending, and then deny him or her that ending. I like poems that give the reader a kick, or bite or scratch at the end. Life is like that. Things never turn out quite the way we expect them to. Life is always different than our expectations of it. That's what makes it so damn interesting. It's easy to write in a predictable way. It's easy to write such that even your love or your happy life knows what's coming next. I can't even stand to read such stuff. I must confess, I find a lot of that around in print. Likewise, it's easy to write in a lofty obscure way - a way so vague and confusing that even you don't know what it means. It's easy to throw some words on a page and indent them in an odd and peculiar manner. It's easy to say one knows how to write and Jon knows how to. His Love Poems speak about the passion, desire and vulnerability of being in love. Poems about true love and saying I love you. When you can share your life with another, the whole world is completely different. The popular saying “Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, ”, is the basis for the lesson, which asks me to analyze the features of a his work then create my own poems based on the original model. By exploring sample poems and their parodies, i focus on the language and style of the original poet, all in the process of playing with poetry. Effective writing in the workplace is an essential skill. I mean, every one knows Jon is a good poet, but this - this is great. You have just crafted the perfect analogy it’s punchy, it’s tongue-in-cheek, and most of all, it’s just so clever! . The best thing about you, Jon! ! is your honesty. I adore your personality …JON WISH YOU ALL THE BEST MY DEAR FRIEND. My best wishes for your work you are going to publish. God bless you and your family. Regards Your ever loving friend)

The Best Poem Of London Love Poems

Broken Hearted

Sitting by the waters edge
I now stare at a reflection
of a broken man.

A heart forever filled
with my love for you.

I cry lonesome tears
with a mind battered
and bruised by losing you.

The sounds of my grief
echoes through my heart
as I try so desperately
to step away from the past.

But the songs of nature
will always remind me
of the love I thought
would always last.

Closing my eyes
I cry inside, as my heart
silently dies.

Every day has become
so hard to bare, as I
search inside
for a reason to smile.

Only yesterday, it feels
that I lost you.
As this pain still feels
the same.

Crying into my broken reflection
I hear my heart call out your name.





© Jon.London 2009

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