love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Fool's Gold HeartbreakDiscovering
In the theater of life, where laughter and tears intertwine, there stood a figure, both whimsical and fleeting. He was a man of jests, a master of mirth, whose every smile wove enchantment into the air. Yet beneath the facade of frivolity lay a heart untamed, a heart that danced with reckless abandon, heedless of the hearts it touched. I, too, fell victim to his charms, drawn into his orbit like a moth to flame. His laughter echoed in the chambers of my soul, his jests a melody that played upon my heartstrings. But behind the facade of laughter, there lurked shadows of uncertainty, whispers of doubt that gnawed at the edges of my affection. In the tapestry of our love, his jests became daggers, his laughter a mocking echo of my own vulnerability. With each careless word, he chipped away at the fragile edifice of trust, until at last, it crumbled beneath the weight of his folly. Yet in the wreckage of our love, I found a strength I never knew existed. From the ashes of heartbreak, I emerged, reborn and resilient, ready to face the world anew.Start writing...
By Moris Ochieng3 years ago in Poets
Love's Midnight Serenity
In shadows deep, where light retreats, Love's whispered song, my heart it greets. Amidst the night, where fears hold sway, Your touch, a beacon, lights my way. In darkness' embrace, we find our peace, Where worries fade, and fears release. Your hand in mine, a steady guide, Through moonlit paths, we softly glide. With every breath, our souls entwine, In the quiet depths, our love defines. Through trials faced and storms endured, Our bond, unbroken, ever assured. In the stillness of the silent night, Our love, a flame, burns ever bright. For in each other's arms we find, The solace sought, the peace of mind. So let the shadows dance and play, For in your love, I'll always stay. In darkness' embrace, our love shall bloom, Finding peace together, in the quiet gloom.
By Moris Ochieng3 years ago in Poets
Story
When I reached home in the evening that mother told her story The wife had a glass of water in her hand that he also told his story And when I had just taken a glass of water from my wife, That the sisters also told their story father sitting in a corner I was smiling a little seeing all this that suddenly father spoke softly go eat food Rest, you must be very tired As soon as I heard this I looked at my father. It felt as if we both looked eye to eye. Told each other their story.
By Suraj poetry plus 3 years ago in Poets
The Unspoken Words
In our current reality where words frequently neglect to catch the profundity of human feelings, quietness arises as a significant language, rich with implicit bits of insight and secret stories. "The Implicit Words" digs into this domain of quiet, where the reverberations of uncelebrated tunes and the murmurs of the heart resound stronger than any communicated in language. Go along with us on an excursion to unwind the secrets covered inside the language of quiet, as we investigate the significant inquiry: "Do you figure out them?"
By Creative Chronicles3 years ago in Poets
