love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Second Glance
Butterflies can’t compare To the ocean– . A gravity deeper than the sea Pulled in toward the earth . When you look at me
the whirlwind and the wildfire
he is a whirlwind - chaos incarnate - torrents and turbulence filling the air with debris that now lands in my realm, before the rainclouds form. a massive front of low pressure dragged behind his highs. but he doesn't know i am a wildfire. his winds give me oxygen to breathe, but he doesn't like the heat and his emotions rain down. stormy tears to put the inferno out. the blaze of my fury subdued. his winds have changed direction, for now. exhausted by his own friction. the earth my fire burns left to renew as it needs to, parenting inventive convenience, for the cycle must continue. but the whirlwind returns, so curious, wanting to be close, and still unaware of how he affects my wild heart of fire. so, i burn and i hiss and i glow. a climax of explosive instinct - a natural reaction, but a hazard nonetheless. and the world demands i put my fire out and block his tornadic gusts. do it or they will do it for me, before they carry on about the weather, "... what a dangerous idea for the wildfire to be so reckless with the whirlwind..."
⸘jason alan‽Published a day ago in PoetsLove Scent
I disappear and forget - Who I am, Who I was, Who I will be Obsession and Longing Purple Emerald Juice drips from the Garden of Eve
Ute Luppertz ✨Published a day ago in Poetsminefield of your happiness
you threw me into minefield of your happiness our history burnt
My Name Is Not CypressPublished a day ago in PoetsThe Art Of Love
A melancholy that won’t go away Hints of red highlights in dark shades of grey Whispering words that we refuse to say Regrets for one’s that have gotten away
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished a day ago in PoetsScars to Sunsets
You turned my scars to sunsets so much so that they healed Do you not believe me yet When I tell you This is how I feel?
Frankie MartinelliPublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe Artist's Promise
At some point in the far-off past, in an inquisitive town settled between moving slants and mumbling woods, there continued to be a young woman named Elara. Elara was known all through the town for her agreeableness and splendid smile, which could illuminate even the haziest days. She continued with a clear life, working at the town cake kitchen, where the scent of recently warmed bread and prepared products drifted through the air, drawing in people from miles around.
Rony SutradarPublished 2 days ago in PoetsEchoes of Love: The Boomerang's Promise
Across the horizon, where hopes may stray, In the realm of dreams, where hearts hold sway, There flies a boomerang, in elegant play,
Aurora PenumbraPublished 2 days ago in PoetsIn every breath, you're here
In the quiet of the evening, I see you there, in the shadows. So, can you tell the difference, between Heaven and Hell,
Lungisani NgcoboPublished 2 days ago in PoetsElegy of the Northern Lights
Like the aurora borealis, a ghostly gleam, Their love once shone, a fleeting dream. In twilight's embrace, they found delight,
Aurora PenumbraPublished 2 days ago in Poets- AI-Generated
Pencil and Paper: A Paternal Love
In the quiet dawn of morning light, A pencil dances, sleek and bright, Upon the paper, pure and white, A story of paternal might.
Aurora PenumbraPublished 2 days ago in Poets Art
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 days ago in Poets