Whispers of Love: Romantic Poems for February 14th

Besides being Black History Month, February has a day dedicated to love called Valentine’s Day. Here are some of The Clarion’s poems about love written by staff members.

“Lovers lost in lust” by Noal Schlarman, Copy Editor
Perfect strangers return to dust
Whenever my sun fails to shine
Your light radiates ever-divine
Sublime hope You’ve brought forth
From my one and only true north
Star-crossed lovers don’t exist
Just failed determination lacking this:
That I’d move the heavens to be in your midst.

“So, Cupid” by EC_
Instead of shooting me with an arrow that would make my knight sweep me off my feet, I want quite the opposite. This Valentine’s Day, I want to love more than being loved.
To love others with an unconditional love that makes someone question their actions and thoughts toward others.
To love with a love so pure that it makes everyone I talk to fall in love with their authentic self.
To love with love like that of a philosopher desperately searching for wisdom.
To love with care like a doctor who is moved by motherly love while operating on a baby.   
To love with love like that of my Lord and Savior who came to die for a sinner like me.
So Cupid, instead of bringing someone to love me, let me love others!!

“It’s All Love…” by Koena Lizza, an Intern
From pretty butterflies
To seeing snowflakes fly
Both a sight for my sore eyes.
How can your heart not flutter
Fleetingly, nothing is the matter
Only appreciation for the splendor
Wars are waging, and fear is raging
Yet life’s little pleasures are never depleting
They’re always reminding us to keep persisting
So, this Valentine’s, though in violent times
Let us choose to be valiant enough to realize
Every day is an opportunity to let love be the prize.

“My light, my bright” by Guppuy Neff, Creative Director
The only star I see at night,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Feel your warmth at the tallest height.
I know your flame dwindles,
In a fear, you may be widowed,
But know that my love stands alone,
No prerequisite to call you my own,
The strings from your past weigh in your mind,
You fear I have conditions that I won’t be kind,
But know that you have never angered my soul,
And that my heart feels no toll.
My words do not need rhythm or rhyme,
Life pushes us in waves of uncertainty and pain,
But know that I am happy you are here,
Know that you are good for me and diminish my fear.

“Is it Casual now?” by Atticus Fries
Let me melt into you. Let us fuse and become one.
Allow me to bask in your light and gaze into your eyes
I am always enough for you.
I will sit in your car, unable to look at you.
Too bright, my face can’t get near yours, burn my eyes.