love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
A Deep Man's Love
In the depths of his soul, a love resides A flame that burns bright, where passion abides A heart that beats strong, with emotions untold A love that runs deep, like a river of gold His eyes, a window, to the heart's darkest night Reflecting the love, that shines with all its might His touch, a whisper, of a love so true A gentle caress, that speaks directly to you His words, a poetry, of a love so real A language that speaks, straight to the heart's feel His love, a shelter, from life's raging storm A safe haven, where love's warmth can form In his embrace, a sense of home is found A place where love resides, without a single sound A deep man's love, that echoes through the ages A love that stands strong, through life's turning pages His love, a mystery, that's yet to be told A story of devotion, that never grows old A deep man's love, that's written in his eyes A love that's pure, and never dies.
By Jagadeeswaran Selvaraj2 years ago in Poets
To the moon and back
I had a dream about both of you last night, there you were, sitting on these chairs. I wasn't supposed to be there, neither were you guys. But something happened that collided our paths. Your Grandma and Grandpa knew I'd be there, I didn't know you would be. So when I walked out I froze. You were smaller, probably because those are the most memories I have of the both of you. The eyes were different though, more grown, more standoffish. So I knew that at that point, I had already messed things up. It's crazy to me because I am hardly ever so lucky as to see your beautiful faces while I dream. Must be because you've really been on my mind. I remember talking to your Grandpa because they pulled you away from the room. We were having a back and forth about If I'd made enough progress. Guess my subconscious is in its own battle. But was that their voices, or really my own…? That's been weighing on my mind too, I know somewhere inside I'm so proud of myself for how far I've come. But another part of me really won't let myself absorb it and let the pride sink in. Because I wonder, was it far enough? I think I finally understand what my dad went through. Trying to redeem himself while still having the human condition. It's a battle I'll probably fight for eternity… But I'll say this, as long as that feeling remains, I'll make sure to stay proud. I refuse to quit now. I will keep pushing myself to be a better human. Even past the point that people have said “You've done enough.” Thank you for saying that. But truth is, deep inside, it isn't enough for me, Because I know I wasn't enough for them. Maybe because I know what you girl's are going through, and what you're going to more than likely go through. That shit is gonna keep being rough. But I know what helped me the most more than anyone else. Even those who thought they were better. So I'm determined to be the wisdom he was to me in the end, but an even better example to you. And show what the ability to change means. Because he gave me words that I know, he himself never got the chance to hear. One's he needed someone to say them to him. He was not judging me, he was simply sharing his experiences. That was the biggest difference, I heard similar things growing up, but in a terrible way to say to a child, filled with such hate and judgment. Don't do this or your damned to hell for eternity!!! Be anything but this and God will cast his wrath and judgment on you!!! His words were different, they simply conveyed… “I am as imperfect, and even more, than you, please let me tell you the mistakes I made.” Unfortunately his mistakes, in a roundabout way, ended up costing him his life. I still wonder what wisdom I now miss. Still, crazy as that is though, he helped me more than anyone else to have the ability and knowledge to grow the most and come as far as I have. Some things he told me long ago, and I wished they could have sank in sooner. Like when I lost control over myself, and he told me the importance of family. I wanted to hear, so very badly. I knew he was right, I just didn't know how to unstick my stuck. But I really am proud of myself, because I finally found a way. A little too late for some of my hopes, but nonetheless here I am. And I'll work with what I have. Which is a big dose of love, shame, pride, despair, And a pinch of “I won't quit.” That's the recipe I'm using to process, rebuild, reshape, and design the person of my choosing. The one who will finish my book for you. And I've learned that the book is part of my evolution. Bringing up repressed memories and emotions, allowing me to release them and turn them into something good. Something for many to read and relate, but at the core meant for you to read and heal. You are and will forever and always will be, the meaning and inspiration in my life. You're the drive and motivation to my purpose, I'm just finally figuring out how to show it right. I❤️U, 🌹 🦋 2️⃣ the 🌛 & 🔙. & 2️⃣ ♾️ & beyond.
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Poets
