love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
To My Highschool Sweetheart
You were the first one who caught my eye In the crowded halls of our high school You had a smile that could light up the sky And a voice that sounded like a jewel We became friends and then something more We shared our dreams and our fears We laughed and cried and danced and swore We made memories that lasted for years But then the time came for us to part We had to follow our separate ways We promised to keep each other in our heart And to cherish our golden days Now I wonder where you are and how you've been Do you ever think of me and smile? Do you still remember what we had back then Or have you forgotten after a while? I hope you're happy and fulfilled I hope you've found your true love I hope you've achieved what you've willed And I hope you're blessed from above
By Just Phemi 3 years ago in Poets
"Whispers of Joy: A Poetic Ode to the Positive Novel Writer in Nature"- Content writer and Content creator, Prompt Engineer / Scientist TasLema AktHer RuNu from Bangladesh.
In fields of gold and meadows fair, There wanders one who's free of care, A writer, with a heart aglow, In nature's arms, they find their flow.
By Taslema Akther Runu3 years ago in Poets
Too scared to love
I want to love you, but I'm afraid Of what might happen if I do Will you hurt me, betray me, or leave me Or will you stay loyal, faithful, and true? I want to commit to you, but I'm scared Of what might change if I say yes Will you cage me, control me, or smother me Or will you free me, support me, and bless? I want to trust you, but I'm doubtful Of what you might do with my heart Will you break it, abuse it, or ignore it Or will you heal it, cherish it, and guard? I want to be with you, but I'm hesitant Of what the future might hold for us Will you grow with me, laugh with me, or dream with me Or will you stagnate, cry, or fuss? I want to open up to you, but I'm nervous Of what you might think of me Will you judge me, mock me, or reject me Or will you accept me, respect me, and see? I want to share with you, but I'm shy Of what you might say or do Will you listen, understand, or comfort me Or will you interrupt, argue, or accuse? I want to give you, but I'm cautious Of what you might expect or demand Will you appreciate, reciprocate, or thank me Or will you take, manipulate, or command?
By Just Phemi 3 years ago in Poets
The Bittersweet Saga of Paint's Life's Conclusion
In the quiet corners of a dusty art studio, where the scent of turpentine mingled with the vibrant hues of oil paint, there lived a humble tube of paint named Vermilion. Born from the hands of a skilled artisan, Vermilion was infused with the rich pigment of crushed minerals and bound together with linseed oil, destined to bring color and life to the canvas.
By sudip tarafder3 years ago in Poets
