
Liz Love World

Liz Love was here..
Here you'll discover a treasure trove of Liz's personal poetry. For over four decades, Liz has been weaving tales of love, laughter, and life's adventures through her poetic lens. Now, she invites you to embark on a journey through the heart and soul of her creative spirit. So, come, wander through the pages of Liz Love's poetic sanctuary, where every line is a reflection of her heart.
I Remember
Summertime,
always makes me think of you.
It was your favorite.
Dad, I remember
all those things
you hoped I’d never forget.
Fishing...
Sailing...
Swimming.
You were a man of the sea.
A King to me!
And, I lost you
so early.
Before I truly
understood you.
Before I could
thank you.
Before I could make up
for lost time.
You were no longer mine.
If I just had the chance
to show you how I dance!
Twirling ‘round the room,
with banner of woman
draped across my chest.
Before you laid to rest...
I needed a chance to
show you ME!
The one I found
eventually...
like you always said I would.
I hope you can see,
and you are
smiling proudly.
Just the way
I remember you.
Liz Love
Small
Over power me
Power over me
Like he is
And she is
And he is
and she is
So many of these
Are bigger than me
Use their hands to
control me
Then their arms to
Enfold me
Trivialized
Undersized
Microscopic
Small
Trust me, I have felt them all.
Their weight
Falls on top of me
Height towers
Over me
Their minds
Think on the weak
Hearts prey
On the meek
With their strength at
Full throttle
Tears try
To bottle
Hoping spirit
can coddle
My inconsequential size
My feet…
Long for the freedom of the ground
For my puny hands to be unbound
So I can run without sound
And never be found.
Still…
Held like a
Wilting flower
I cower
to their
Power over me
As they
Over power me
Liz Love
A Letter from a Broken Heart
Hello there
It’s me again
I am the opposite of
What you see
I am not here
To harm you
You need
My possibility
I will teach more
than one would ever think
but I will
never truly heal
Because a pristine heart
Will never know
A feeling
That is real
Don’t protect me
Too much or
Leave me
Here to stay
Remember to
Open me up
And give my
Love away
Always keep your
Spirit free
For every
single soul
Thats the only
Way to find
The other half that
makes me whole
We will get
Through this
together even
When it hurts
As long as
You never forget
To always love
You first
Liz Love
I am an Oak
I need to remember that
I am a brave little girl.
I am an oak.
Gently growing,
stubbornly holding,
and forever standing.
I am expanding,
teaching,
and loving...
these beings after me.
I turn over new leaves
on my family tree.
Reaching for the sun,
even when it doesn't
shine on me.
I lift you up,
tie you down,
bury tightly
in the ground.
I need to remember that
I am a brave little girl.
I am an oak.
That I will always be
a part of this synergy,
passed through
the centuries.
This forest of family
grounds me.
Continues my energy.
Sings my harmony...
in the wind.
I will always build,
protect,
and cherish life.
I will provide
the air for peace
underneath me.
Forever extending
these branches.
I become a warrior.
I need to remember that
I am a brave little girl.
I am an oak.
Liz Love
To my children....
Worry not, when I am gone...
my seed , my fruit.
The ones I love with
unconditional roots.
For I am in your soul,
I am in your heart.
I’m in everything you finish,
and everything you start.
I am the wind in the trees,
the stars in the sky...
in the air you breathe,
and the sun in your eyes.
I am all around you
in everything you do.
You will see me in your children
just as I see mine in you.
I have been with you from the beginning,
when we were one,
and I will be waiting on the other side
when your time here is done.
Liz Love
This is to him...
You think you're disappointed?
Imagine how it feels to be me.
IF ONLY...
You could see what I see.
So much potential
Buried under darkness
That keeps you from the best.
THIS IS NOT A TEST!!
This is real life
So live it.
This ain't NO time for rest.
"It's time for a change" -
That's the slogan these days.
Take my advice...
It takes patience to change.
Into light
From dark.
Find peace in your heart,
And love where you can.
and NEVER let yourself
Forget you're a man.
Full of courage
And strength
And control of the reigns.
Shake that ghost
From your back.
Now YOU choose your path.
And my loyalty...
... Always remains.
Liz Love
In the Quiet Night
He sleeps with his hand on me.
If he wakes up and it’s not on me
he puts it right back in it’s spot
on my hip.
In those moments
of dark and still
I can feel him.
Every complicated, grand bit of him.
I can feel all the secrets he keeps for me.
There.
In the quiet night.
With his hand on my hip.
His hand on my hip feels like hard work.
It feels like callused forgiveness
Like trust built on trust built on trust.
His hand on my hip feels like our wedding day.
Our first date.
Our last fight.
Like mercy.
Like grace.
His hand on my hip feels like the needle and thread
I have to sew into him when this life rips him to shreds.
It feels like support.
Like suffering together.
Like safety in numbers.
His hand on my hip feels like-Girl, don’t you dare forget where this hip belongs!
His hand on my hip feels like the weight of the world
And light as a feather.
His hand on my hip feels like every mistake we’ve ever made.
And every price we ever paid.
It feels like all the love we’ve lost.
And gained.
His hand on my hip feels like family
His hand on my hip feels like generations came together for this moment.
His hand on my hip feels like generations are being born from this moment.
It feels like lifetimes.
His hand on my hip feels like souls intwined
Like forever in eternity.
His hand on my hip feels like home
and leads him home
and is his home.
Here.
Next to me,
Cherished
With his hand on my hip.
Liz Love