Quatrain Love Poems

"Love is the doorway through which the human soul passes from selfishness to service." ~ Jack Hyles.

Scent of amber, gentle as dew,
Fresh dreams soar beneath...

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How can we see, if we be blind
to touch of God, loving and kind,
for though He seeks to set us free,
if we be blind, how...

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The sky broke like an egg into full sunset
and the water caught fire.
—Pamela Hansford Johnson

Sailor’s Sunset

Plummeting orb, hoary red sun,
envelopes us - we’ve just begun.
The...

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You came upon another; I understand
and yet, I shouldn’t, don’t; but therein lies the joy
to discover what a person can withstand,
and willingly pay to be...

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The most famous flower, the rose,
Sits on a stem, in a regal pose.
With scent and mien, God did endow 'er,
The rose, the most famous flower.

The...

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In love I am, how good it feels! 
My heart outbursts, my head, it reels, 
With joy I cry, emotions jam, 
How good it feels......

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Your darted arrow of Venus impales
Our demise persists through our veins
The echo in my heart is hopeless
What is love when death skims the surface?...

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Obsidian and Alabaster join 
seamless together a natural spinner;
The better half of each other’s coin,
tossed in the fountain always a winner;

‘Thank you for taking care...

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 Oh, trees of once so forest green
now shrouded to me in pale hues
as my hearts reflection of blues
mirrors a lifeless figurine

Pray hide from me...

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It was once wise to invest in steel, yup,
In days of yesteryear.
Now, they say that fine art and gold are up.
All things change with time,...

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A clear-beaded mousie
with a pointy black nose,
twitchable beaded tail,
and ruffly yellow clothes.

The tail can tilt her head--
she nods without a squeak!
Quiet little church mouse,
I bought...

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it is unknown what tomorrow will bring,
unknown how i will wake up and feel-
is it unknown if i’ll even feel anything, 
but it's known God’s...

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   Shocked, as she questioned my manhood !
   I told her, “ My eyes are up here.”
   Couldn’t understand...

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Few sing of raven’s ebony,
Fewer still of its shining plume,
The glory of her black tresses
Has for long glistened my life’s gloom.

Now that the dawn has...

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here we are with nothing to do
save growing in love, breath by breath
how much more easy, can life get
with throb of bliss, heart’s healing meth...

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