love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Ritual of Missing Her
Grandfather sits alone once more by the old fireplace. He reads the newspaper with unwavering attention. He prepares tea, still for two. In his own cup, he adds three spoons of sugar, while in the other, just one. Then he makes buttered bread—two slices. All of this has been his morning ritual, both before and after losing her.
By Lali Shoshiashvili10 months ago in Poets
Sometimes Life starts later
Sometimes we must first go through hell to achieve healing, sometimes there are many hells along the way, and then every day they lead us on the right path, but only those who follow it know how full of ups and downs this path is, they know its mountains and holes, its oceans and its mood, soothing and releasing pain, transforming things, and the side effects of hell accumulate on those who choose the path of remaining in severe harm. Forgiveness is the only way, the only path, otherwise you condemn yourself to chains. They will not change and will continue their actions, but at least you decide to try to just be cool and, like a fool, pretend that nothing happened, heal the trauma, heal everything, having no life for so long... One day, you finally become reborn.
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 10 months ago in Poets
Guidance !
A surprising turtle, how I long to go deeper there, will a miracle finally happen, and will I be freed from everything that is so unclear? I already feel such light within me, deep, softer layers intertwined, will the desire to heal once and for all appear? I truly love you, Moon, planets, stars, and the Universe.
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 10 months ago in Poets
