love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
“ The Dance of Understanding “ ( Content writer and Content creator, Prompt Engineer TasLema AktHer RuNu from Bangladesh )
In the quiet whispers of the night's embrace, Two souls entwined in a harmonious space, A symphony of hearts, a dance of souls,
Taslema Akther RunuPublished 4 months ago in PoetsHe broke my heart...
He broke my heart... with the words he said, encouraging me not to be sad. And this is what others can't understand. I'm still hopeful...
I Feel Beautiful
I feel beautiful~ I'm naked, My hair is long and thick, It's Dangling down my body, With a spark of femininity, Of my body,
Never Love Like That Again
For the first time in my life, I loved without restraint. I loved without fear of judgement. I loved without holding anything back. I didn’t overthink. I didn’t try to be anything other than myself. I didn’t try to be a little less or a little more. I didn’t hesitate. I knew what I wanted and I felt completely confident in my heart and soul. I gave my absolute all and my intentions and affections were entirely pure and true.
Ryan BarbinPublished 4 months ago in PoetsOur Tree
Our Tree “Archery” Breath in, breath out Draw in, bring down Aim true, let be It’s you, gets me The wind, it’s breeze
Corey W HarlandPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe Hummingbird
Are you that little hummingbird? The one with the hazel colored plumage and the energy of youth. Wouldn’t it be nice to know that when you shuffled off your mortal coil, your story was not yet done. Reincarnation, yes, surely that’s right, right? If not for you, then for me. So that when I find myself on a dusty path on a beautiful blue sky day , and up ahead I spot the captivating dance of a hummingbird sipping from the red and purple wildflowers, darting to and fro and in and out of the foliage around me, but never straying too far; can I assume that it’s you? Always moving forward, often times guiding, sometimes forging her own path. Yes that seems like you. Although the vessel that carries you has transformed, I have to believe I would still sense your soul.
Moonlight
He held, in his arms, the crescent moon. Half hidden behind a berry bush - Throwing timid glances As he held a deathly grip onto the glowing object.
Haggar BenPublished 4 months ago in PoetsI'M SORRY
I’M sorry NOW I realize how difficult it was for you to love me. You’ve always been there, trying to wake me up and make me feel special.
Balie kpehi joel landryPublished 4 months ago in PoetsLiquid Life
Underneath the moon's delicate gleam, streams dance, Murmurs of water weave a spiritualist daze. Magnificent deluges, antiquated and free,
Hi, it's me
**** hidden in the creases hanging on a whim left in bits and pieces hope lingers, wearing thin alas, an unsung hero
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 4 months ago in PoetsCruel Love
In moon's soft glow, where shadows play, Lies the grave where sorrow stays. A woman rests, her heart now bound, In earth's embrace, her love unfound.
ThePenArtistePublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe Waning Uniqueness
Yesterday, while scrolling on social media, I noticed one girl who wasn't quite well at dancing, but still, she was in a desperate attempt to attract attention. I felt something suspicious or uncommon and opened up her page. I check out that profile with utmost curiosity and with a muddled set of mind. Scrolling for a few minutes and my mind went numb.
Geetesh D.Published 4 months ago in Poets