love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The End of a Promise
ilight’s somber, gentle grasp, Where shadows dance, and moonlight fades, Two hearts once joined now drift, alas, In sorrow's mist, their love decays. Beneath the weeping willow tree, Where secrets whispered on the breeze, They met and vowed eternally, But time unveiled love’s frail decrees. Her eyes, a storm of unshed tears, Reflect the loss, the silent ache, His heart, a labyrinth of fears, Feels every beat, a cruel mistake. Their fingers brush, but touch no more, Like echoes lost in memory’s hall, What once was pure now stained by war, A love that heeds fate's bitter call. Each tear that falls, a testament, To dreams they built on fragile air, A tale of joy, now penitent, Two lovers bound in deep despair. Yet in the night, a whispered plea, In moonlight's dim and fragile hue, Perhaps one day, love’s mystery, Will bring them back, their hearts renew.
By THEOPHILUS NAGBERI2 years ago in Poets
Sight Unseen
Once in the little, quiet town of Willowbrook, settled between moving slopes and murmuring backwoods, she carried on with a young lady named Eliza. Eliza was known for her comforting grin and good nature; she was consistently prepared to help anybody out of luck. Despite her euphoria about helping other people, she conveyed calm trouble, a yearning for an affection she had never known yet frequently longed for.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
Moonlit Whisper
Underneath the silvery glow, Where shadows dance and soft winds blow, Two lovers meet in secret tryst, Their hearts entwined, by fate kissed. The night is deep, the stars alight, A canopy of dreams in flight. She whispers softly, words so sweet, In moonlit grove where they discreet. His hand in hers, a tender clasp, A world beyond their reach they grasp. With every look, with every sigh, They write a love that will not die. Beneath the moon's embracing beam, Their love, a gentle, flowing stream. No spoken vow, no grand display, Just whispered truths that softly stay. In moonlit whispers, hearts confessed, Two souls in love, forever blessed. Beneath the night’s soft, glowing hue, Their spirits soar, their love renew.
By THEOPHILUS NAGBERI2 years ago in Poets
