Diagnose This!
©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson
You make my liver quiver
and my heartbeat change its pace.
You make my neck hairs shiver
and my brain waves lose their place.
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.
Have I Told You Lately?
©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson
I love you in the morning, and
I love you in the night.
I love you when you’re next to me
and when you’re out of sight.
Terms of Endearment
©1981 Susan Noyes Anderson
Let me call you sweetheart,
I’m in love with you.
Let me call you Snookums,
Toots, and Poopsie too.
Protestation No. 24, or
She Doth Protest Too Much
©1992 Susan Noyes Anderson, Infinity Limited
I do not need thee; ‘tis a lie
to paint me weakened by thy charms.
Dost think thy sweeting feign would die
than leave the comfort of thine arms?
The Vigil
©1992 Susan Noyes Anderson, Infinity Limited
I speak to you of love
but words are vain,
like music played so oft
it loses charm.
The Untended
©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson, Poetpourri
he loves her so much
then why does she feel
like that gardenia
the one that went unplanted
Renascence
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
I never thought that I would call thee friend;
I could not trust another with my care.
No staunch companion who would still be there
Should I be forced my honor to defend.
The Honeymoon Is Over
©1992 Susan Noyes Anderson, Poetpourri
Image by Remy Loz from Unsplash
You love me, or you say so; that’s a crock.
If this is love, then love’s been oversold,
alone together in a bed gone cold
and all we do for heat is talk talk talk,