love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Paradisiac Pantheism
Evergreen trees Canopies of the forest Lush lazy limbs caress the ground, stirred round by the breeze Instrumental for growth, nurtured nature at its finest
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 10 hours ago in PoetsFading Memories
In the quiet chambers of the mind, Memories once vivid now unwind. Like autumn leaves in a gentle breeze, They drift away, beyond our reach.
Paramores, of Shadow and Light
erstwhile lovers at midday collide/collude in their special way leaving us breathless, momentarily in the darkened day, spectacularly
Paul StewartPublished about 12 hours ago in PoetsEternal, the two
eternal the two, coexisting as opposites, linked by duty, honour and grace intertwined in the cosmic balance permanent in prominence
Paul StewartPublished about 12 hours ago in PoetsEloquence, her dance
eloquence, her dance, in the sky at day - eat her, rise up and encircle her power, devour it whole, with no remorse or recourse, ever the pragmatist
Paul StewartPublished about 12 hours ago in PoetsI want a friend
I want a friend _____By Aranna Hasan Delwar. I want to hear Jibanananda, Jibanananda is not read for many days, I can't see well these days.
Aranna Hasan DelwarPublished about 13 hours ago in Poets"Whispers of the Heart: A Tale in Verses"
Once upon a time, in the heart of a bustling city, there lived a poet named Ahmed. His soul was a symphony of words, and his verses echoed with the yearnings of a thousand hearts.
faiza fatimaPublished about 13 hours ago in Poets"Echoes of Wisdom: Ahmed Faraz's Poetic Tapestry"
In the tapestry of time, a poet's verse unfurls, Ahmed Faraz, his words, like precious pearls. "Keep your promise," he whispers, in wisdom's light,
faiza fatimaPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsMaking up Memory
I often lose myself wandering in the long-lost hues of the sky, I often wander in the dreams of what beyond eternity lies.
Hridya SharmaPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsMimi in Purr`e
The food The beignets The croissants The sights The Eiffel Tower Notre Dame Louvre Musuem The language of love For lovers
Mother CombsPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsISFP's Love Poem
In whispers soft, and feelings deep, A love that's lived, not meant to keep. No grand pronouncements, bold and bright, But gentle gestures, warm as light.
Diorino GalvanoPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsEris.
I am in love with Chaos. She caresses me as a lover would With broken promises With unhealed distances She whispers to me that I am free