love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
How Can I Maintain a Healthy Relationship?
In any relationship, if I get distance, I will serve you right back a sense of proportion; if I get to cherish, I will give you what you want. This seems to be the lowest form of civility between two human beings.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Surreal Love
Surreal love dances where reality bends, Where dreams meet the daylight, and logic suspends. It floats through the air like whispers in flight, A feeling so vivid, yet distant from sight. In colors that shimmer, in moments that blur, It’s a love that exists in a soft, waking stir. A touch that’s electric, yet not of this place, Surreal love wraps you in its tender embrace. It’s the moon in the daytime, the stars in the sea, A love that defies all that’s meant to be. You reach, and it’s there, then gone in a breath, An enigma that lingers, defying life’s death. Surreal love moves where time loses track, Where past meets the future, then circles right back. It lives in the spaces where reason won’t tread, A love that is spoken in thoughts left unsaid. It’s a dream within dreams, a mirage in the sun, A feeling that’s fleeting yet never quite done. Surreal love enchants with its mystical sway, As real as the night, as soft as the day. So here we remain, in this love undefined, A tether to something beyond the confined. Surreal love, ethereal, floating above, A world that’s imagined, but filled with deep love.
By Jagadeeswaran Selvaraj2 years ago in Poets
Hypothetical Love. AI-Generated.
In a world that exists just beyond what is real, Hypothetical love is the dream we conceal. It dances on "what ifs," on futures unmade, A love that we ponder, though it starts to fade. It’s the glance we imagine, the words never said, The life we envision but leave in our head. In the echo of moments that never took flight, Hypothetical love lingers, soft as the night. What if we were closer? What if we were free? In this love that’s untested, what might we be? It spins in the shadows, it glows in the dark, A flicker of hope, a tentative spark. It carries no burden, no weight to endure, Just a whisper of longing, a promise unsure. With no fear of heartache, no risk of regret, It’s a love we imagine, but never quite met. In the "almosts" and "maybes" it quietly stays, A love that exists in the space of delays. No limits, no endings, no tears to release, Hypothetical love is a fleeting peace. But deep in the mind, it forever will stay, A love that was perfect, though never on display. In the realm of what’s possible, it thrives and survives, Hypothetical love, in our hearts, it arrives.
By Jagadeeswaran Selvaraj2 years ago in Poets
Introspective Love. AI-Generated.
In the quietest corners where heart meets the mind, Introspective love is gentle, refined. It’s not in grand gestures or words loudly spoken, But in moments of stillness, where truth lies unbroken. It’s the love that reflects in the soul’s deepened gaze, In the flicker of thoughts through life’s winding maze. It asks, “Who am I?” and “What do I feel?” Seeking the essence, the love that is real. It listens in silence, with patience it waits, Unveiling the meaning behind guarded gates. In every soft breath, in each mindful sigh, Introspective love lets the spirit fly. It’s found in the questions, in journeys within, Exploring the light and the shadows therein. It seeks to uncover, to learn, and to grow, A love that is conscious, like rivers that flow. In the depths of reflection, it quietly blooms, Filling the spaces in emptying rooms. With no need for answers, it simply will be, Introspective love sets the heart truly free. So here’s to the love that looks deep inside, In the quiet it finds where the purest truths hide. In the mirror of self, where wisdom is spun, Introspective love and the soul become one.
By Jagadeeswaran Selvaraj2 years ago in Poets
