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.
Love Poems
These love poems are practically guaranteed to add a little extra zing and romance to your world. Whether you are looking for a funny poem for your valentine, a romantic poem for your wedding, or a poem to remind you what true love is all about, you are likely to find exactly what you need right here. So don’t be shy if you want to use one, just email a request to me. (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, simply 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.
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.
Insomnia: Once Upon a Snore
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
I love you like the ocean’s roar.
In fact, I love you even more.
Yes, every stupifying snore.
I love the wind between your lips.
Your exhale doesn’t sigh; it rips.
(The breeze it blows could sink warships.)
The Door Swings Open
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
A Door in Charleston
It was Charleston in the fall,
no other bodies there to bend
the energy, just you and me (us…we),
begetting child-free memories to own.