love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
about a heart
if i know anything about a heart if it knows love at all, it will break the unrequited lover sails a sinking ship a hop, jump, and a skip across oceans
⸘jason alan‽Published 3 months ago in PoetsWho is she?
She is a forgiver, No matter what happened She always believes in the good in the people. No matter where are they from.
First Love....
No matter how it ends, First love always changes you. It teaches you, Something very special, Something deep....
My Rose and My Thorn
A breathtakingly beautiful rose, you are quite the sight to behold…. My seemingly fairytale just waiting to unfold… The part of my life that’s yet to be told…
Annie EdwardsPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe Folklore of winter
Cozy Winter Evenings: Embracing Warmth in the Heart of Winter As the cold wind howls outside, our little house at the edge of the village stands resilient against the winter chill. The credit for our warmth goes to Howard, who tends to the vintage Rayburn stove in our kitchen with unwavering care. Despite the biting winds and the frost-laced pathways through the hills, our abode becomes a haven, a sanctuary against the elements.
Shazee TahirPublished 3 months ago in PoetsHappiness Is
Waking up for a new day with gratitude in your heart to the smell of freshly brewed Folgers expresso to your first steps of the day for a fresh new start
Annetta BrownPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe Rose and Her Thorns
She is encased in her armored protection then is buried into the deep dark cold yearning for acceptance, love, and connection
Annetta BrownPublished 3 months ago in PoetsGarden In My Soul
The Lord planted a garden in my soul With the most beautiful plants, I did not know He said, “Water your garden with the Holy Spirit
Annetta BrownPublished 3 months ago in PoetsYour Smiling face
Oh, your smiling face, it lights up the space A ray of sunshine, a beacon of grace Your lips, they curve in a gentle embrace A smile so bright, it chases away the trace
Sher singhPublished 3 months ago in PoetsA GRIEF OF MY MOTHER
A grief of my mother, heavy and deep, In sorrow's embrace, her heart does weep. With every tear shed, her pain does show, A mother's grief, like rivers that flow.
Sher singhPublished 3 months ago in PoetsLet's be sad together
To them There's you And there's me But to me There's just us No one else exists We're two people Galaxies apart But yet every star seems to pull me closer to you
Beautiful Soul
In an ugly world, you managed to continue to have a beautiful soul. You are the reason the world has become beautiful again.
Jen PhillipsPublished 3 months ago in Poets