love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
SHADES OF LIFE
I always thought life was Black and White. There’s a good and a bad, a wrong and a right. We don’t get time from our busy worlds, To appreciate and watch the beauty unfurl; the beauty of life, with all it’s shades: There’s never a time that the colour fades. Sometimes strangers come as angels in disguise To show us that in reality, we live in a paradise. Adversity too, has it’s own hue Amaranth Pink, or perhaps a Palatinate Blue. With Spring comes, a promise of sunshine, This makes us forget how winter made us whine. God gives us strength in mysterious ways To endure the forlorn Winter days. To appreciate life, one needs to live. And perhaps, learn to forget and forgive. From the ocean of colours: You can acquire, The shade you love; Or most desire.
Umesh YadavPublished 3 months ago in PoetsSublimation Of Longing
Lost in words of longing I never once stopped To notice the page . Ridding myself of the world The longing and the Beloved
Self-Promotion
Self promotion is the worst It’s rowing against the ocean Not just one tide Fighting every fish It’s a free for all
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in PoetsPurple Machine
Numbers trickling down pages A song of sages Machine elves dancing through our minds Yet, there is nothing to find An enigma lost to time
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in PoetsSeven Verses
Seven sips of seven liquors Seven laughs of seven girls Seven candles, seven flickers Seven hairs from seven curls Seven calls and seven answers
Vadim KaganPublished 3 months ago in Poets- Top Story - January 2024
The Worst Draft
The blank pages of my diary Called out suddenly, Screaming pathetically, they complained, “At least draw a line silly girl
Gargie S AnandPublished 3 months ago in Poets Unbreakable Love
In the depths of his soul, His love for her burns bright, Like an unyielding flame, It refuses to be extinguished.
The PenPalPublished 3 months ago in PoetsMurmur of the heart
British spelling --- Amidst the years, a bond so true, Beneath the moonlight, Pupu grew. Cuddled close on nights so cold,
Susan FourtanéPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe Feeling of Love
Apple of my eye Banana of my sundae Crush crush crush Deliverance from my sorrow Elephant in the room Feelings of joyfulness
Rich BurtonPublished 3 months ago in PoetsCare
Inspired by the songs “Care” and "Inspire the Liars" by the rock band - Dance Gavin Dance. I no longer care but I still sympathize
J. K. AndersonPublished 3 months ago in PoetsHer Thoughts
As she stood reciting a soliloquy of her thoughts digging deep just like her pain that runs the same way maybe just maybe he would care to learn the alphabets to her words which will lead to the story of her soul She was poetry but he couldn't read... Or maybe he can read but chooses not to. Once given the knowledge it's hard to deny it and sometimes it's easier to ignore what you know in silence. Is it her that reads too much? Intrigued by discovery Willing to open herself to him but he's out of touch He's blind because his love doesn't belong to her and he won't see it any other way This is more than English class this is life's composition it is clear that if he could choose his reality would still belong to the life he created with his wife While I only have moments his wife has his forever There's a reason he can't read my poetry He's reading pages from another book
an abecedarian poem
Am I attempting an abecedarian poem? Bet Calmly cool your jet Disappointing people is my niche Excluding no one except for me