The Dark Side of the Stars
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
Love has an underbelly.
(Yes, my darling, even ours.)
There beneath the hearts and flowers
lie the burrs and scars.
Love Poems
These love poems are practically guaranteed to add a little extra zing and romance to your world. Would you like a funny poem for your valentine or a romantic poem for your wedding? Are you seeking that poem to remind you what true love is (or isn’t) all about? If so, you’re likely to find exactly what you need right here. So don’t be shy. Simply email me with a request. (And please, don’t forget to include full copyright information on every copy made. For internet use, a link back to the poem on this website is also required.)
FINDING THE POEM YOU WANT: As you scroll through this section, read each snippet sample (usually the first four lines) to get a feel for the poem. When you find something you like, click “CONTINUE READING” to view the entire poem.
Don’t Sweat the Sweater
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
Don’t like my style?
Then run away.
Don’t shake your head.
Don’t have your say.
Red Plate Special
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image by Joseph LoRusso
Sometimes, in a cafe,
he gets hungry for
the red plate special.
Don’t make him blue.
Light Me Up
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
Photo by Micah Tindell on Unsplash
When lightning strikes, it calls to mind
the scintillation that I find
in all those buzz sparks you ignite
the moment you burst into sight.
Two for the Road
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Michael Ramey on Unsplash
Life is a wet and dreary road,
oft traveled with a heavy load.
I rarely mind the soggy view
because I’m seated next to you.
Setting Up House
©2014 Susan Noyes Anderson
first love – first home
It was early days, year one.
Two dreamers at the
gate of wedded bliss.
No Bridges
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
love
Stand beside me.
Make me stretch
my branches high,
transcend the morning sky
with me; don’t count
my rings and ridges.
In the Soup
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
Minestra – Italian Wedding Soup (on love and Italian cooking)
“Italian wedding soup,” she said.
It sounded such a treat.
I’d married her one year ago;
my bliss was quite complete.