love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
In the Candle's light
White candle burning in the darkness, moving flames from time to time, Giving heat, brightness, and light. From the light comes the drunkenness smell,
Ina ZeneliPublished 3 months ago in Poets- Top Story - February 2024
your glow
This is my gratitude, shaped like a secret, buried in a silence you will never hear. I was a cloudless sky with thunder rolling beneath my skin. You still inhaled my presence like it was pouring rain. Like maybe you’d been buried in drought up until then.
as he is
as he is and i watch him full of chaos, anger, and love so, we are both alone i then watch the puffing of his chest and when it descends, inevitable
⸘jason alan‽Published 3 months ago in PoetsCrave
Your Vulgar Thoughts and words Morsels like bread crumbs Craved
Kristen HavemanPublished 3 months ago in PoetsTrue Romance
🔫♎💜♉🔫 Mexican Stand Off Alabama, Clarence, Wed This Is True Romance 🔫♎💜♉🔫 True Romance is my favourite film of all time.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 3 months ago in PoetsSHADES OF LIFE
I always thought life was Black and White. There’s a good and a bad, a wrong and a right. We don’t get time from our busy worlds, To appreciate and watch the beauty unfurl; the beauty of life, with all it’s shades: There’s never a time that the colour fades. Sometimes strangers come as angels in disguise To show us that in reality, we live in a paradise. Adversity too, has it’s own hue Amaranth Pink, or perhaps a Palatinate Blue. With Spring comes, a promise of sunshine, This makes us forget how winter made us whine. God gives us strength in mysterious ways To endure the forlorn Winter days. To appreciate life, one needs to live. And perhaps, learn to forget and forgive. From the ocean of colours: You can acquire, The shade you love; Or most desire.
Umesh YadavPublished 3 months ago in PoetsSublimation Of Longing
Lost in words of longing I never once stopped To notice the page . Ridding myself of the world The longing and the Beloved
Self-Promotion
Self promotion is the worst It’s rowing against the ocean Not just one tide Fighting every fish It’s a free for all
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in PoetsPurple Machine
Numbers trickling down pages A song of sages Machine elves dancing through our minds Yet, there is nothing to find An enigma lost to time
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in PoetsSeven Verses
Seven sips of seven liquors Seven laughs of seven girls Seven candles, seven flickers Seven hairs from seven curls Seven calls and seven answers
Vadim KaganPublished 3 months ago in Poets- Top Story - January 2024
The Worst Draft
The blank pages of my diary Called out suddenly, Screaming pathetically, they complained, “At least draw a line silly girl
Gargie S AnandPublished 3 months ago in Poets Unbreakable Love
In the depths of his soul, His love for her burns bright, Like an unyielding flame, It refuses to be extinguished.
The PenPalPublished 3 months ago in Poets