love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Sounds of an Unearthed Mother
In the forest, deep roots whisper secrets, they know she was here once beneath soil, pressure, time—no, not time, something deeper, like the heartbeat of the core itself... diamond created in silence, no, in whispers... something enchanted in the way the light bends to touch her, to recognize her, mother not made but found, unearthed... riddle wrapped in the twinkle of morning dew, baby’s laughter echoing... where does life begin? in the ground or the womb? or somewhere else—beyond the seen and the known? She rises, light refracting, splintering into colors we can’t image... hands reaching, mine or hers? baby's breath or wind through the leaves? Birth is a question we never answer, only feel... diamonds born of ground and flesh and magic... a riddle unsolved because it is fearfully and wonderfully made. It was never meant to be answered, just lived... the forest sighs, the ground hums, and somewhere a child speaks in riddles.
By Kahlea Pennington2 years ago in Poets
Chapter1: Hey Dream Man…
Hey Dream Man, why do you only show up well in my dreams? Why aren't you laying next to me when I awake the next day? When I wake up and realize it was only a dream I desperately try and fall back to sleep just to get another glimpse of your face. It's never the face I thought but it's the face buried in my subconscious. I've seen your face so many times. Have I met you before? Your smile seems so familiar dream man.. It always starts off as hate and then somewhere along the way you become my lover and can't get enough of me. Do you really exist? Where do I find you dream man? I don't dream of you often but when I do it's all night. Wouldn't it be something if you're dreaming of me too? Wondering where I am and how come I'm not in your arms? Going about your day with a wife maybe even kids knowing somewhere the literal woman of your dreams is out there? Don't get me wrong I feel guilty, I am attached and I do have kids but I can't help it dream man. Somehow out of nowhere, you appear. Smiling and grinning at me. I mean, it really always starts the same way. We argue and gripe. I have to defend myself against you because in my dreams you're a villian. But then oh but then, we become friends and that friendship leads to an intense love that explodes whenever you're, well you know. I won't explain it in detail because you're there with me.. but if you ever want to know how I felt about it one day I'll surely tell you. I should feel foolish but I don't. Pining over a man that isn't real. Figuring out ways to spend time with you if you were. It's crazy to hold on to such nonsense. But imma hold on anyways. I don't want to let you go dream man. Maybe one day I'll meet you and I hope you'll recognize me. Until then I'll meet you in my dreams....
By LiciaEmber2 years ago in Poets
