love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Nocturnal Journe
In the darkness of the starry night, I walk alone on the path of life, Seeking light and clarity, Guided by my dreams and desires. The stars twinkle in the dark sky, Reminding me of the beauty of the universe, Each constellation tells a story, Of courage, love, and mystery. I breathe in the cool night air, Feeling the breeze caress my face, Peace and serenity envelop me, As I let myself be carried by this space. My footsteps echo on the silent ground, Creating a gentle and soothing melody, I feel connected to the essence of everything, In this moment of calm and meditation. I leave behind the worries of the day, And I surrender to the magic of the night, In the darkness, I find truth, And I flourish in this sweet tranquility.
By Tenena Paul 3 years ago in Poets
The Dragon Beside Me
Draped in blanched weathered skin, she stands beside me still, the fury of her wrath when coming to my defence was like no sandstorm, no wildfire, no unanointed castration one could foresee; all because of me. Her small frame was a disguise for fools, her wingspan, pulsing with old blood swooped down and tore out the heartless ignorance of fools who dared to brand me different, odd, peculiar...all the words that dig into one's spirit, teasing, daunting, bare. My mother, my dragon, who defied all notions propelled by the green eyed monsters that tried to steal who I was, who I would be, who I am now, spared nothing for herself; her blaze was entwined with mine. Blanketed by her privileges, I passed through walls, cemented rules unbeknownst to me; I was hers despite my brown, curious eyes, my lack of tough skin, I hung onto what she bled. She could be like the cool breeze that quells the night after a scorching summer's day just as easy as she could slap her spiked tail and frighten anyone who dared to try and break my dreams. Time passes, I am no longer under her pale, veiled skin. I stand alone, my scars permanent on my earth toned face. I am not safe all the time and I know it. Yet she fought for me to fly. Despite the stares and repeated rejection I feel invincible, well, most of the time. I can not see her, no one can when I am crossing the divided bridge, making my way home, always hoping for no trouble. I don't know if I should feel this way, yet sometimes I wish her white skinned cape never was hidden for it has left me in a world where no one can ever know the dragon that stood beside me, who rescued me more than once. My wings do not dare to disrupt or make controversy. I want to soar; to not carry the heaviness of this life on my back. Yet, I am understanding, in both an angry and consenting place within me, that I must strive to not only live, but to love on this worn down mountain, to not whisper but learn to roar. I lift my wings and seek the rainbow where I am free. Free to be all the colours that make me, ME. Drench me in violet, sultry bruising blues, flaunt me, drink me, spill me like red wine, let me break through the cape where I was shadowed, parting with wings which sheltered me. I want to fly on my own, her love is mine to feel. Solo I swirl back to a place where I am at her breast, her thunderous heart against my cheek, we clung to symbiotic sighs, never did it cross my mind that one day she'd be on her eternal voyage while my knees shook, my own thoughts burst forward, my being would feel as ripped flesh when parted by sudden falls onto unseen glass carefully laid out, in my own path. Never did I consider I would dance alone, sing again, make it through the day, the night, the week, the next month, the anymore of ever without her. Standing on the edge of my new frontier I grieve in choked up swallows, my throat is tight, and I almost retreat. I remember her bending down with her assuring gaze, I perch, I take a deep breath and plunge into my own being; I have never been so proud, so hopeful and alone. She would say higher, higher, higher! I will be alright, I think. Mother? Watch this! I do a back bend, I hang upside down from high beams like a hungry little bat. Go baby. I am always here, I promise I will always see you. I'm living, I'm doing it! The smell of her encapsulates me and the audience applauds. She was beside me all along.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Poets
Love At The North Pole
I met you on a cold and snowy day At the North Pole, where the reindeer play You were wearing a red parka and a furry hat And I thought to myself, "Wow, look at that!" You smiled at me and said hello And I felt my heart melt like snow You asked me if I wanted to go for a ride On your snowmobile, by your side I said yes, and we zoomed away Through the snow and the ice, what a day! We stopped at a cozy igloo for some tea And you leaned in and kissed me I was surprised, but I liked it a lot You said you felt a spark, and I said why not We cuddled and snuggled under a blanket of fur And I whispered, "I think I love you, sir" You said you loved me too, and we hugged some more And then we heard a loud and scary roar It was a polar bear, looking for a snack And we realized we had to get back We jumped on the snowmobile and sped away But the polar bear was faster, and he wanted to play He chased us and chased us, until we reached the base And we ran inside, with the bear on our face We slammed the door and locked it tight And we breathed a sigh of relief, what a fright! We looked at each other and laughed out loud And we kissed again, feeling proud We had survived a polar bear attack And we still had each other, what a fact! We decided to stay at the North Pole, and make it our home And live happily ever after, in the snow and the foam.
By Just Phemi 3 years ago in Poets
