Tag Archive | Love


They nurture their seeds.

Lovingly they’re blossoming

beautiful flowers.


©Jacqui Slade


Love Is A Slow Burn 

It’s a passionate flame

Igniting souls with its

ferocious flicker and

scorching intensity.


Its hellish damnation

is its fiery nature.

Emblazoned with desire

for its beloved spark


to combust in kindled

sweet nothings. Smothered

the glow is extinguished.

Loves waning’s a slow burn


Ones lust is cremated,

the other walks away.

Their passion still burning

leaving, their warm hearts scarred.


©Jacqui Slade

Time For A Change 

When you love somebody dearly

but the relationship’s estranged,

and you feel taken for granted

maybe it is time for a change.


Alter your own expectations

and take people for who they are.

You know nobody is perfect

and perhaps your opinion’s marred


by idealist perceptions

of what your connection should be.

it could be your own attitude

that’s causing all the misery.


Even true love wanes with pressure,

give your heart time to beat alone

Leave your trusted soul air to breathe

because a person’s never owned.


©Jacqui Slade

Harvest Moon 

The clouds are iridescent

in love with the moon tonight.

The stratosphere’s glowing in

it’s celestial delight.


Crescent illuminations

enlighten wisp nebula.

In darkness it’s a cosmic

orange orb of plethora.


The twilight lies with passion

as the heavens float on by.

The lunar cast enchantment

Is embedded in the skies.


Hearts are bound in fluorescence,

and the night will harvest love.

Embracing moonlight dreamers

in their sanctity of lust.


©Jacqui Slade

Warm And Fuzzy

Incoherent hearts

lead our senses astray in

their endless pursuit.

Love’s an illogical thing,

its force both warm and fuzzy.


©Jacqui Slade



I don’t want your love

something is amiss,

your heart is made of stone

I don’t want your kiss.

I don’t need your words

sharpened in their charms

Never will I find

comfort in your arms.

I don’t need your soul

breathing down on me,

putrid eyes of hate

all I ever see.

I don’t want to give

your abuse my head,

truthfully I cry

inside I am dead.

©Jacqui Slade

Broken Wings 

Oh my dear little fledgling  

in anxiety you lie,

your feathers ruffled fearing

but my love will help you fly.


Oh my dear little darling,

your chirping cannot be heard,

non verbal you screech and flap

my beautiful baby bird.


Oh my dear little chick chick

in your disability,

I see the things you can do

and your possibility


Oh my dear little beauty

broken wings will matter not,

because you try in earnest

to build on the skills you’ve got.


You’ll always be my baby

my true love is guiding you,

spinning in your autism

in happiness flapping too.


©Jacqui Slade