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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

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