Little Love Poems


It is not a chance
I will take because I doubt,
But I wish I could,
The love I carefully hide
I would give and make you mine.


When we talk, I know,
You understand and are fair,
You care, and no one
Else respects me as you do,
I believe and trust in you.

Love Springs

The pollen drives me
Inside each time I go out,
I glance at the phone
Wishing it would break silence
Ring with you there, all for me.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Just a little playing loose and free with words. These are all tanka. As I often say there is no significant other in my life. I just make things up. I think that is what creativity was given us for.


I have wanted more
Than this, I have that is mine
A long, lonely time,
But now I become content
With all, there is for me here.

The many blessings
I now view with clarity
I am safely homed
With multitudes that bring joy,
Even alone there is love.

I thought acceptance
Was necessary to joy,
But now I am found
Content to be here, alive,
To navigate survival.

I have no rival
In this gentle full quiet;
Only grapple with
My yesterday’s self – competes,
“Be a better best, today.”

I am enough being love,
I have enough here gathered,
Life, LOVE, is reason enough.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

This is another from the wee hours. When dark wraps around me, I turn to the light that is always present.

Borrowed Agency

My friends are precious,
Lifelines who anchor my soul
When storms crowd me in,
They are a great abundance
Of sweet peace borrowed from God.

No accident they
People my existence here,
They are Heaven sent
Provided for my troubles
To usher in blessed good.

They hold me by heart
Banishing the loneliness
Which wants destruction,
Gifting solace they rally
The Spirit, LOVE, within me.

Though some desert me,
There is a growing circle
Of care arising,
Fortresses of gentleness
Who dispense a constant peace.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

The prompt for Prompted Positive Poetry is “Peace.”


I know of the world –
Once there was a way through it
I took without care,
But some people stood opposed
To blazing a path of love.

Their arguments were
Convincing enough to remove
My purpose from me,
But only temporarily –
I awoke and recovered.

My voice was not loud,
But passion fed my practice –
I would not give up;
Others joined me on the way
Trying to rescue our planet.

Calling everyone
To love themselves and others
To submit to God
Through Jesus, many people
Needing Christ’s redemptive love.

Poetry gives voice to life
Renewed, freed, revived with love,
Salvation’s testimony.


© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I wrote this before going to sleep for a little while. The pain I am experiencing seems to be zapping my strength. I do not have Coronavirus, but I am not in the most excellent health. It does not matter, I survive, and during struggle thrive.


What I want to say
Does a speedy estimate
Of words I contain
Before deciding it is
Safe to brave so much fresh air.

There is a beauty
In the newly bestowed clear
Space – nothing hurries;
The birds are better at home,
Exhaust is missing rush hour.

I walk breathing deep
Though pollution is absent
Pollen soldiers on
Running my nose, forcing these
Sneezes and coughs troubling me.

A calm filters down
A peace often dearly missed,
Acceptance descends –
A careful celebration,
Renewed clarity, fresh air.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

The prompt today for Prompted Positive Poetry’s Facebook Group was “fresh air.”