love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Pirate and Marmaid love
By the crash of the waves where the sea meets the sky, There’s a tale of love that will never die. In the heart of the ocean, where the sun sets low, A pirate and a mermaid let their feelings show. He sailed on a ship with a heart full of fire, Eyes set on treasures and endless desire. But in the deep blue where the waters were calm, He found not just gold but a love-filled psalm. She sang to the moon with a voice like the night, Her scales shimmering in the pale moonlight. With every note, she cast a spell, On the rugged pirate who in love did dwell. He reached out his hand, calloused and worn, To touch the beauty he'd never known. She swam to the surface, breaking the tide, And whispered his name with a tear in her eye. Two worlds collided in that fleeting space,* *Where saltwater kisses met a sunburnt face.* *The pirate, the mermaid, a love so true,* *Bound by the ocean, beneath skies so blue.* *But the sea is a jealous and unforgiving place,* *Where love like theirs is met with fate's cold embrace.* *He sailed with the dawn, she returned to the sea,* *Yet in their hearts, forever they'll be.* *For in the waves, and the songs of the night,* *Lives the memory of their love, pure and bright.*
By Jariatu Kallon2 years ago in Poets
First love
In the dawn of tender youth, Where innocence meets truth, A heart untouched by sorrow, Glimmers bright, hopes to borrow. Eyes that spark like morning dew, With every glance, something new, A dance of souls, so shy, so bold, In whispered dreams, stories told. First love, a breath, a sigh, A fleeting touch as time slips by, A melody that softly plays, In the corridors of yesterday’s. It lingers sweet, like honey’s taste, A memory that time can't erase, The heart recalls with gentle ease, That first sweet kiss, that first soft breeze. No shadow falls upon that light, Though years may turn day into night, For first love stays, a sacred part, A silent song within the heart. Though time may carry us afar, And life may draw its heavy scar, That first pure love, unscathed, untamed, Lives on, forever unashamed. So let the world spin wild and fast,
By Jariatu Kallon2 years ago in Poets
GRIEVING ME
Any feeling at all is something worth having. I hope if you remember anything it’s that I tried every day to feel something more. That I begged God to show me how. I stood in our sunroom surrounded by everything I loved and I cried to no one. It never lasted more than a second. I hope you remember the way I said I love you. The way I squeezed you but could never say what it meant. I hope you know what it meant. You can let the anger wash your wrists and I won’t be there to stare deadly at them. To smile with only my lips. I tried to show it in my eyes. I care for you. I watched your chest breathe like an infant. I want you to be cared for. You can give away my things. You can sell them or burn them if it makes you feel better. I want you to do something with the feelings I could never feel myself. Any feeling at all is something worth having. So when you feel relieved I hope you know I am too.
By Olivia Dodge2 years ago in Poets
