love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
How I miss my new home
In a distant land, my heart does roam,\ Longing for the place I used to call home.\ The memories I cherish, the stories I've known,\ Oh, how I miss my first home. In that small corner, amidst familiar walls,\ Echoes of laughter, the sound of footsteps that falls.\
By shalom okon2 years ago in Poets
Tireless love of parents
In the quiet hours before dawn's first light, With weary eyes and hearts aglow, Parents toil through the silent night, Their love a river that endlessly flows. In every whispered lullaby's tune, In every sacrifice, big or small, Their efforts bloom beneath the moon, A testament to love's endless call. Through laughter shared and tears embraced, They build a world of dreams anew, Their hands the architects, their hearts encased In hopes and dreams for me and you. With every meal prepared with care, With every bedtime story told, Their love becomes the golden stair That guides us through life's threshold. So here's to parents' tireless love, Their efforts whispered, yet profound, A symphony sung from high above, In every heartbeat, their love resounds.
By Aiman Javed2 years ago in Poets
Flames That Dance
Flames that dance, like fiery wings, Ablaze with passion, fierce and strong, You bring warmth to the darkest things, And light the way, where shadows belong. Your crackling voice, a symphony sweet, Echoes through the chambers of the heart, A primal roar, that beats in time, A rhythm that awakens, and never departs. With fiery breath, you purify the soul, And burn away the dross, the old and cold, Leaving behind, a radiant glow, A testament to life, that's strong and bold. Your flames that flicker, like a lover's kiss, Leave marks of beauty, on the heart's dark canvas, A scar that glows, a reminder of the past, A reminder to cherish, the love that will forever last. Oh, fire, you are a force so wild and free, A symbol of passion, for all humanity, A burning desire, that never fades away, A flame that burns bright, in the darkest of days. Your warmth and light, a beacon in the night, Guiding us forward, through life's darkest plight, A symbol of hope, that shines so bright and true, A reminder that love and life, will forever see us through.
By Sanamdeep Singh2 years ago in Poets
