love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Since There Aren’t Enough Poems About Black Men (Part II)
Beloved Brotha Man my belief in obsidian sun Resistance fighter regal and safe hands for falling crown Calmly states “No Black Kween then no Black King—We are indivisible—We are one”
The Dani WriterPublished 3 months ago in PoetsTitle : "Harmony of Hearts" ( Content writer and Content creator Prompt Engineer TasLema AktHer RuNu from Bangladesh . )
In the realm of hearts, emotions bloom, A tapestry woven on life's loom. Feelings dance, a delicate ballet, In the theater of souls, night and day.
Taslema Akther RunuPublished 3 months ago in Poetsunrequited love
In the kingdom of love, a quirky affair, A tale of unrequited love, if you dare. In the realm of romance, a whimsical twist,
vivian kagwiriaPublished 3 months ago in PoetsI Am Not Mine
I Am Not Mine I am not mine, not found in you, Not found, though yearning to imbue Myself like a flame in daylight's view,
khudai NoorPublished 3 months ago in PoetsI Am Not Mine
"In Love's Embrace, I Am Not Mine" I am not mine, not found in you, Yet yearning, longing to imbue Myself as a flame in daylight's view,
khudai NoorPublished 3 months ago in PoetsLOVE
Yesterday evening! Finished! Homework! A hundred torn apart! Leaving the classroom! Already out! You! To meet alone..
Manikandan Blog WriterPublished 3 months ago in PoetsAnother Time
I wasn’t ready to let you go, I still have love with no home. You said you wouldn’t abandon me, But ghosts are all I see.
Shimica May LengPublished 3 months ago in PoetsTo the boy I will love
To the boy I will love. I am writing a letter to the boy I will love in the future. I will be candid with you. I am not the easiest to love. I tend to overthink every small thing, mull over even the most mundane of things, and get stressed about it the entire day. I shut people out a lot of times. I am irritating and demanding at times.
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 months ago in PoetsLove's flame
In the tapestry of life, a thread so divine, Love's melody, a sweet, enchanting line. A dance of hearts, an eternal rhyme,
vivian kagwiriaPublished 3 months ago in PoetsAll the light we cannot see.
All the light we cannot see. Embellishing in the moments of sadness, enraged by the atrocities of life, We often comprehend our reasons to be alive. Do you often sit by the window sill and ponder what true happiness decipher to? What is the essence of absolute joy? Can it be broken down into a simplistic perspective of experiences that we live through or is joy synonymous with money and materialistic realities? I often sit down and wander memory lane, to behold the precious moments of delight, where I felt truly happy.
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 months ago in PoetsElegy of the Unspoken
Unspoken words, like ghosts, they linger – in the silence of our days, In the spaces between glances, in the quiet unmet gaze.
Kevin NewtonPublished 3 months ago in PoetsLove?
I have a love that consumes me. I know, nobody wants to hear someone’s else’s love story. Not unless it’s fiction. Let me give you the truth on love. I’ll tell you what it’s really like and you all can correct me if need be.
Cheyenne gavranovicPublished 3 months ago in Poets