love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
A Beautiful Love of a Woman
In her eyes, the stars do gleam, A universe of endless dream. Her heart, a well of gentle grace, In every touch, a warm embrace. Her love, a river pure and wide, It flows with strength, a steady tide. Through every storm, through every strife, She nurtures all, she breathes new life. Her words, a melody so sweet, They dance on air, a soft retreat. With every smile, the world does bloom, She lights the dark, she lifts the gloom. Her love is patient, kind, and true, A beacon bright in skies of blue. In every gesture, every care, A love so deep, beyond compare. She is the sunrise, golden light, That chases shadows from the night. Her love, a garden, lush and green, Where all is bright, serene, unseen. For in her heart, where love resides, A beautiful world of hope abides. A love so pure, so vast, so free— The beautiful love of a woman, eternally.
By Jagadeeswaran Selvaraj2 years ago in Poets
Little RoseBud 🌹. Content Warning.
To a happy and sweet sixteen, and an undoubtedly beautiful, young woman. I just wished your sister a happy birthday, this one is a little bit harder. Because I hurt you the most. You were older, you witnessed more, you took most the burden. That's what kills me, I know exactly how that feels. We always say we will never be our parents, some are successful, but some not even close. In a different way I found the same ways to hurt you. Undoubtedly unintentional, but my blame nonetheless. My little firecracker, my little doppelganger. In some of the last pics I have with you, Your face resembles a perfect porcelain doll. Taken years ago though, and I know your beauty has only grown. Your troubles probably have too, and again, that is on me. You know the moments I will miss most? The rare times you and your sister, both fell asleep with your heads on my chest… Heartbreakingly, the smell of your hair is slipping from my memory. I know you don't believe this, but you really were and will always be… My world and shining stars. I hope someday you see that. I just didn't realize that now like you, I still had traumas and troubles, placed onto me by my parents that I was to young and naive to handle alone. The last time I saw you, you were above my chin. Still young at heart, But with some innocence lost. I wanted to save you, I wanted to help, but it wasn't my time to anymore. These days I can only hope someday will be. I want to help guide you through those demons I regrettably inflicted on you, I want to be the wise words in your ear that help lead you back to the light. Because as much wrong as I know I did, It's all that much more knowledge I know I can now give. Don't give up on me yet baby girl. I'm here if ever you need me. Never will I judge, I mean who would I be to try, right? No sweet little Rosebud, from now on, I'll be waiting, here and ready to guide. If you never speak to me again, well I'm working on making peace with that. But my goal is you find peace in yourself, and to know your worth is to infinity and beyond.
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Poets
Things that remind me of flowers:. Top Story - August 2024.
Things that remind me of flowers: The ceiling fan in your bedroom that scared me, so we pushed the bed as far away from it as possible. Now, after a long night, I stare up at it and count its four petals rhythmically as my eyelids meet
By when I write2 years ago in Poets
