love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Aching Hearts, Unbroken Bonds
Your essence lives in a quiet corner of my soul, A beacon of light in the darkest tide, In your love my heart is comforted and comforted.
tahiirIbrahim007Published 10 minutes ago in PoetsPanic
I am writing poems, more poems, about him. It has occured to me in a fluttering panic that my shoddy attempts might be the only poems about him -
TheSpinstressPublished 38 minutes ago in PoetsISTP "The Analytical Harmonizer"
With stoic gaze, the ISTP doth stand, A silent soul, with logic as their guide, Their minds a vault of knowledge close at hand,
Dylan RahardjaPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsISTP "The True Virtuoso"
With keenest eye the world I do dissect, A craftsman's mind, with logic's hand I wield, Though doubts may linger, whispers I suspect,
Dylan RahardjaPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsDevine Gift
Taste of the divine, it keeps on giving to you, joyful weightlessness.
James GreenPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsThe flowers who want bees and the bees who want flowers
If flowers need bees, If bees need flowers, Does the love we cultivate nourish our relationships? The world must be that imbalanced,
America, I Am
I have come from abduction,Was attacked-My country's compensation is in-store credit.ordered back into bankruptcy It's me and my trophy wife.Passing as some kind of dream.
bishnu prasadPublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsWomen in labor
women who lie alone at midnight Because there's no one else to lie to. women who lie alone at midnight at the laundromat in the afternoon
bishnu prasadPublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsThe Answer is given in this letter.
Today he expressed his love to me but i have refused him he is very angry with me But I replied to his displeasure given in this letter
Tears of War
once-green, now reddish landscapes where hope is lost and innocence crumbles, As the winds of battle keep on blowing, tears mix with the earth below.
Arpan Kumar DasPublished about 9 hours ago in PoetsBlessed Are the Makers
Blessed are the makers Especially those that shakedown the takers In a world full of fakers They are the ones that capture the vaper
Atomic HistorianPublished about 10 hours ago in Poetslove story
In a love that knew no bounds, we found, A connection so deep, a bond profound. Across borders and cultures, our hearts are entwined, But traditions and norms are cruelly confined.