Melissa enjoys writing poetry to express herself, and loves learning about new styles and experimenting with different patterns.

What does it feel like to fall in love with the right person? Falling in love is a magical feeling. You have someone you can talk to about anything, someone who really understands you. When you're with the person you love, you feel like you can accomplish any goal. They can look at all of your facets and bring out the parts of you that shine. You feel safe and comfortable with them in a way you can't quite feel with anyone else. You feel appreciated by them and make them feel appreciated, and you lift each other up in difficult times. You can laugh with them and cry with them. They are your partner in all things.

These poems will give you a snapshot of different love stories to capture the powerful emotions that come with a relationship and bring them to life.

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.

— Plato

Fireworks

Fireworks blaze through the sky

In blossoms of red and green

Hanging for a small eternity

Then dissipating into summer heat

You touch my hand and my heart bursts

Lighting me up with your brilliance

The lake shines with deep blue brilliance

Reflecting perfection in the cloudless sky

I am slightly afraid the swan boat will burst

And tip over, your eyes that mischievous green

That fills my body with such heat

I could meet your eyes for an eternity

We’ve waited in line for an eternity

Sunlight glints off my lap bar in brilliance

The metal striking my hands with heat

Slowly the coaster rachets toward the sky

I can’t see grass anymore, just green

And we are flying, a joyful screaming burst

Your hands tickle me in a sudden burst

I will be laughing for eternity

In my favorite shirt, emerald green

Like your eyes. In your brilliance

You lift me up into the sky

My cheeks blazing with heat

Seeking to escape the summer heat

I tiptoe into the water, but you burst

In, shooting raindrops back to the sky

The ocean stretches out to eternity

Water sparkling in deep blue brilliance

Fading outwards to soft sea green

You guide the ball effortlessly on the green

Hands wrapping around my club, comforting heat

Passing on some of your mini-golf brilliance

The ball rolls straight in a sudden burst

It hovers over the hole for a small eternity

Then falls as we raise our hands to the sky

We are a burst of joy, a swift jet of green

I will bask in your heat for all eternity

My warm flash of brilliance guiding me through the night sky

One Night

The night is

bathed in darkest blue

flooding her

with its scent

of orchids opening their

petals to the moon

His hair is

bathed in golden sand

flooding her

with the sound

of the ocean breeze soaring

over lonely dunes

His eyes are

bathed in dark meanings

flooding her

with the sight

of rose petals, tangled sheets

in a shadowed room

His hands are

bathed in calluses

flooding her

with a touch

of magic, holding her gently

in careful cocoon

This time is

bathed in lonely gray

flooding her

with the taste

of bittersweet departure

Goodbyes burn the spoon

Her eyes are

bathed in streetlight's gleam

flooding her

with the sight

of him, leaving her tonight

Will she see him soon?

Sweet

Early summer day

Farmer’s market bustling with people

His hand squeezes lightly around mine

Unhurried, traversing the aisles

I ramble nervously, but I’m comforted by

The scent of flowers I know so well

My words snake out

Growing like vines

On a trellis from my childhood

Intertwining fate into his

We stop by a strawberry stand

I hand him a strawberry

Luscious and vivid as a rose

And the old man proclaims we are

It’s rising to his lips, those lips are

Sweet

Our Journey Is A Labyrinth

To love is to sail

Beneath moonlight so pale

For the stars are fleeting

Our journey is a labyrinth

Will we be meeting

Guarded by shadows

Creeping through meadows

Our journey is a labyrinth

Afraid to be found

Clasped together, bound

These black and white fingers

Our journey is a labyrinth

Taboo kiss lingers

Hangs under the tree

Now at last we are free

Our journey is a labyrinth

Son of the Moon

One night the moon said to herself

I am beautiful and bright but have no legacy

To watch the world when I wane

So she floated down to earth

Draped in a shimmering silvery dress

Soon she carried the son of a storm cloud

Tearfully she laid him down in a mortal fishing village

She could not hold him in her airless arms

But she could watch him every night as he slept

The years passed and boy became man

He sought adventure and intrigue on the high seas

As others could only dream of

But during his travels he met a young woman

More beautiful than even the moon his mother

And his immortal heart was no longer his own

His father the lord of storms was furious

An immortal could never fall in love with a human

No matter the increment law conquers all

So with great heaviness he sent a mighty tempest

To reap the son he cherished and his wide-eyed love

Duty must triumph over the heart

His mother the moon took pity on the lovers

Her son she took to stay with her

He became the man in the moon

His love became the sea foam

Still they struggle against their bonds

Every night and noon at tide

Never to meet again

But fighting desperately against their fate

He smiles down sadly at her every night

And she can smile back briefly

Before she breaks against the shore

Ohi'a and Lehua

It all began at a village dance

Their eyes met, and love took its chance

Tall Ohi’a, strong with a handsome face

Sweet Lehua, with her gentle grace

He a warrior, athletic and lithe

She a beauty, bright and blithe

Her father protective, but fond of romance

Ohi’a looking over from his conversation

Lehua’s cherry blush in fire’s illumination

He turns to her father with stammers and stutters

The old man was amused to see the warrior aflutter

So he offered to introduce the pair

And Ohi’a sprung to his feet, raced to where

Lehua stood, glowing in her anticipation

Soon the two were bound in matrimony

Always together, they would never be lonely

Her loving father cried as he gave her away

He’d built the couple a home in which to stay

Blossoming proudly with passion and zeal

They had so much joy it seemed almost unreal

And for a while, they lived by love’s sustenance only

But one day Pele, the lady of fire

Spotted Ohi’a and made known her desire

Ohi’a kept chopping wood, refusing politely

He wouldn’t give in, and Pele blazed brightly

She had to have Ohi’a all to herself

But who could be more perfect than herself?

And then walked in the one he truly admired

When Lehua came over, his eyes filled with love

Pele was reeling like she’d just been shoved

So she raised her arms and became

A shimmering vengeful column of flame

She twisted and burned his once soft golden skin

Then covered him with ash and sealed his soul within

A tree, then she fled to the heights above

Now widowed, sweet Lehua begged and wept

For Pele to return her husband who slept

The gods were furious with Pele-who-torches-the-earth

So they made her an offer of bittersweet rebirth

She could rest upon Ohi’a’s bower

And be his gorgeous crimson flower

With tears in her eyes she knelt down to accept

Scarlet blossom and scar-cloaked tree

Entwined together in the lee

If the flowers stay where they bloom

Sunlight clears away the gloom

But if the blossom is plucked away

Heavy rain will fall for days

When torn from her love, she cannot bear to be

Hourglass

No matter how much

Sand is in the hourglass

Love to the last grain

Initial Sparks

Camping beneath a star-scattered sky

Beneath ashes slowly waltzing, falling

Between us the fire shoots off sparks

In a pulsing rhythm, a lingering touch

We can't go to sleep, not yet

Carefully the pieces are falling

Into perfect flames and a moonlit sky

But we don't see them, not yet

Somehow I'm drawn to your touch

Your electric blue eyes are giving off sparks

So close we can almost touch

Closer and closer fall the sparks

We are interrupted, and the touch

Doesn't happen, not quite yet

And the star haven't aligned in the sky

The excitement fades, our faces falling

Not that moment, not yet

But quietly your hand reaches out to touch

Renewing and igniting the sparks

And I feel like I am falling

Into the star-scattered sky

Touch

I reach for your hand

Moment of uncertainty

You reciprocate

Calm Blue Ocean

Your eyes are my calm blue ocean

You are my eye in the storm

I am perpetually in motion

But you anchor me and keep me warm

We've weathered these winds together

You can survive the pouring rain

I want you to be happy forever

Standing tall against fear and pain

You are beautiful, deep as the sea

But I don't think you can see it

I want our love to set you free

I'll be here when you need it

You are my calm blue ocean

And you keep my heart in motion

Stone

A brick you carry with you from the past

There it weighs heavy on you like a stone

Could there be someone

Holding out her gentle hands

To lighten my load

Your eyes cannot hide pain, I see right through

Afraid, you hide behind a wall of stone

Her hands chip away

Wiping off dust and the years

Breaking through diamond

Your face is hard, a mask so grim and cold

A dance with me will melt your heart of stone

Waltzing on marble

A whirl of new emotions

Becoming music

She grins at him and waits for him to frown

But then there is a smile embossed in stone

Unexpected change

I need to tell you something

About forever

He takes her hand and gets down on his knees

So lovely on her finger is his stone

More of my Poetry

• Legend of the Minotaur
  This narrative poem is an exciting retelling of the myth of the minotaur, a terrifying monster with the head of the bull and the body of a man, stalking through a labyrinth on the Isle of Crete for his human sacrificial prey.
• 12 Horror Poems Perfect for Halloween
  This is a collection of dark spooky poems I wrote that would be perfect for Halloween.
• 17 Poems About Nature
  This is a collection of poems that I wrote about nature and wildlife, and our interactions with the natural world.
• 7 Poems About Breakups
  This is a collection of poems about the end of a relationship and all of the mixed emotions that can come with it.

© 2018 Melissa Clason