love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Time Undone
I've been alive for 28 years now, And my owner has always been very good to me. Making sure my hands have always kept moving, And my tick has always tocked. I've sat on her wall since she was gifted to me On her 50th birthday by her older sister Sharlene. The first time she saw me, She said I was the most beautiful of clocks she had ever seen. Hand painted with pink and blue roses And a beautiful shine. She hugged me in her arms And for the first time I felt the warmth Of loves touch. Like clockwork, the first day of every third month, She'd take me down off the wall and replace my batteries. Didn't matter if I needed new ones or not She always made sure I was alive and well. ... So if I'm being honest I'm a little concerned, Because it's now the second day of the third month, and my owner is nowhere to be found. ... It's been about a week now I finally understand, My owner went to bed peacefully And never woke again. Her younger sister is packing me away, neatly in a box. They packed me with a picture of her, So at least I'm not alone.
By Tressa Rose3 years ago in Poets
Stoneyhearted Symphony
stonyhearted symphony Just a pebble where a rock use to be Makes it all go more easily Worn, not torn down not yet washed away staying as a stonyhearted symphony Base like a storm rhythm made of waves shake warning of a quiet rattle mixed with a howl of man's best friend which bends to a gallop of running away A stonyhearted symphony Just a pebble where a rock use to be Makes it all go more easily Years transformed Seen in the face prior beauty erased but still existing in it's place Unaware of the compositional change taking place, underneath A belief known to be expected of A stonyhearted symphony Just a pebble where a rock use to be Makes it all go more easily Fading away slowly Almost unrecognizably unreliably measured by memory Eventually gone but existing like space Remnants nothing more than ghosts sediments settled as dust mixed with all the finite To reunite in a wordly file system A stonyhearted symphony Just a pebble where a rock use to be Makes it all go more easily Sent from my Galaxy
By simplicity3 years ago in Poets
Invisible Red Thread
A Chinese proverb says, "An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle but will never break." ______________ An invisible thread connected us. No matter where life decided to take us, Across countries, Through different relationships, It didn't matter We were bound to one another. Take me back to the day we met. So I can say something, Anything else than what I did. It's like I've known you my whole life. You felt like coming home after a long day, Like picking up your favourite novel that you could read again and again. No matter where this life happens to take us, I'm bound to you by that invisible red thread. Chloe Rose Violet 🌹
By Chloe Unfiltered3 years ago in Poets
You Are
You are the sun that brightens my day The moon that guides me through the night The star that twinkles in my sky The light that fills my life You are the breeze that cools my face The rain that quenches my thirst The flower that scents my air The nature that soothes my soul You are the song that lifts my spirit The melody that warms my heart The harmony that tunes my mind The music that plays in my ears You are the smile that cheers me up The laugh that tickles my bones The hug that comforts me The love that fills my heart You are the dream that inspires me The vision that guides me The goal that drives me The reality that makes me happy You are the best thing that ever happened to me The reason why I live The answer to my prayers The gift that I cherish You are the one that I adore The one that I need The one that I want The one that I love
By Sandeep Kumar 3 years ago in Poets
