With Saint Valentine’s Day looming, this week let’s write a love poem. I’m sure we all have love poems sitting in our unpublished pile but I must insist you write something new this week. Don’t just pull an old one off the stack. Post something fresh and lovely in the comments below.
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
Living Poetry 
I shall not say its name
shall not seek it
shall not even conceive it
for it blows along, hidden
even on days filled with white
and evenings turned into bleakness
even, on those said days and nights it creeps
into dreams and hearts and minds
I will not remember
I will not wonder
I will not be caught
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Posted by DanielleM | February 10, 2025, 8:12 AMAn excellent metaphor for love! Great work, Danielle!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | February 10, 2025, 7:30 PMThanks. 😊
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Posted by DanielleM | February 11, 2025, 12:47 AMLikeLiked by 2 people
Posted by crazy4yarn2 | February 10, 2025, 12:13 PMDidn’t expect so much puke in a love poem. Great job!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | February 10, 2025, 7:33 PM🤢🤢🤢Dogs, ya know…. It could have been cats and hairballs!
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Posted by crazy4yarn2 | February 10, 2025, 7:42 PMThat’s over here.
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Posted by Melissa Lemay | February 10, 2025, 9:47 PMValentine’s Day Loves
They are with me,
when you are not.
With you we are we,
with them I am three.
You are not free,
and never will be.
To me they are loyal,
I am all they’ll ever need.
Just like you and me,
they are aging rather quickly,
and much faster than I’d wish,
still they give me love and comfort daily.
This Valentine’s Day as I sit lonely,
I’ll not be alone at all.
My pups will be home with me,
love and affection wholly and completely.
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Posted by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris | February 13, 2025, 2:36 PMHappy Valentine’s Day to Fala and Kota! (Hope I got their names right.)
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | February 13, 2025, 7:24 PMThank you Bartholomew! Tala (Wolfdog), Koda (Pomsky).
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Posted by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris | February 13, 2025, 8:19 PMHere’s mine:
https://bartbarkerpoet.com/2025/02/13/what-i-love-about-february/
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | February 13, 2025, 9:12 PMI’m subdued.. Thank you for this prompt, Mr Barker.
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Posted by A. Haze🌹 | February 15, 2025, 1:02 AMYou’re very welcome, Ms. Haze. Thank you for sharing.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | February 15, 2025, 1:08 PM