love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Pulses of Regret
World of Dreams and goals. Soul, kind and bold. Ambitions soaring high, pondering each day. Legacy, world to wander. Destiny, different plans.
Neha PoddarPublished 3 months ago in PoetsYou're Just Write For Me
Affection brings cherishing engross Beats of the heart flow on your page Character shines through the most Defining when we will engage
Sarah DanaherPublished 3 months ago in PoetsStrawberries poem
Strawberries Strawberries are sweet and tasty Not all berries are tasty, it’s only you! If only you know, how you look
Tamseel HussainPublished 3 months ago in PoetsWhispers of the wind
Beneath the cerulean canvas, the wind begins to speak,A whisper through the leaves, a language soft and meek.It carries tales of distant lands, of mountains high and wide,And as it weaves through ancient trees, secrets it confides.Invisible fingers gently graze the fields of green,Caressing every blade, a touch, serene.It hums a melody, a lullaby so sweet,Guiding the dandelion seeds in a graceful, airborne fleet.Whispers of the wind, in echoes, softly call,A symphony of nature, orchestrating all.It tells of bygone stories, etched in every breeze,A timeless conversation, rustling through the trees.So, hush now and listen to the zephyr's tender tale,Feel the gentle currents, let your spirit sail.For in the quiet whispers, a world unfolds,A story in the wind, as ancient as it's told.
Ozioma UwaomaPublished 3 months ago in PoetsA Different Home
Almost always, I look back with a smile to that place of my Brother tripping and spilling spaghetti sauce on the white walls.
Josie BrownPublished 3 months ago in PoetsReclaimed
Pieces scattered the horizon Love remembered Dances in the shadows For the perfect moment He stood alone waiting
C. H. RichardPublished 3 months ago in PoetsTime Undone
I've been alive for 28 years now, And my owner has always been very good to me. Making sure my hands have always kept moving, And my tick has always tocked. I've sat on her wall since she was gifted to me On her 50th birthday by her older sister Sharlene. The first time she saw me, She said I was the most beautiful of clocks she had ever seen. Hand painted with pink and blue roses And a beautiful shine. She hugged me in her arms And for the first time I felt the warmth Of loves touch. Like clockwork, the first day of every third month, She'd take me down off the wall and replace my batteries. Didn't matter if I needed new ones or not She always made sure I was alive and well.
Tressa RosePublished 3 months ago in PoetsLove & Obsession
One of life’s little lessons Is there’s little difference between love and obsession So just embrace it all And fall into the things that call your heart
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in PoetsStoneyhearted Symphony
stonyhearted symphony Just a pebble where a rock use to be Makes it all go more easily Worn, not torn down not yet washed away staying as a stonyhearted symphony
simplicityPublished 3 months ago in PoetsHow Do You Know?
Do the butterflies drop? Does your heart go flat? Do sweet nothings sour? Does it fade like a tat? Can you spot exactly,
Conor MatthewsPublished 3 months ago in PoetsInvisible Red Thread
A Chinese proverb says, "An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle but will never break." ______________ An invisible thread connected us. No matter where life decided to take us, Across countries, Through different relationships, It didn't matter We were bound to one another. Take me back to the day we met. So I can say something, Anything else than what I did. It's like I've known you my whole life. You felt like coming home after a long day, Like picking up your favourite novel that you could read again and again. No matter where this life happens to take us, I'm bound to you by that invisible red thread. Chloe Rose Violet 🌹
Chloe Rose Violet 🌹Published 3 months ago in Poetsunconditional love
In the moonlit waters where swans reside, A testament of love, a shimmering tide. Feathers intertwined in a ballet so divine,