love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The song of love; life and death
For quite some time I had been having this feeling as if something is beating deep down in my heart, creating a symphony with the rhythm of my vibrating valves and I have been twirling on the tune of my tapping feet. It's my soul ignited and their had been arousal of the thumping roars. My eyes got the sight and I have lost my eyes. The rustling leaves and the swirling wind with him taking his steps... approaching nearer and nearer. Shifting of the sight to the corners of my eyes. The shoes' sight and my frozen eyes. The moment strolled and the moment stopped. The twirl steadied and the swirl silenced. Just an eye snap and the ice cracked. Stiffled through the core of dying rose. Red blood poured, dripped, blended with brown rusting leaves.... It darkened!
By Assat Ahmed3 years ago in Poets
Probably YOU are not mine
In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A heart once full, now empty, fades away. The memories of love, that once did shine, Now dim and distant, like a dying star divine. The laughter we shared, the tears we did cry, The dreams we chased, the promises we did deny. The moments we had, the moments we lost, The love we found, the love we couldn't boast. You were my everything, my guiding light, My shelter in the dark of night. But now you're gone, and I am left alone, To wander through the emptiness, a stone. The wind it whispers secrets, of a love so true, That only in dreams, I'll ever find you. The stars they twinkle, with a gentle glow, But in their light, I'll never see you go. So I'll hold on to memories, so dear, And cherish every moment, so clear. For though you may be gone, you are not mine, But in my heart, you'll always be divine.
By Sher singh3 years ago in Poets
