love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Eternal Gift
One day soon, i will die. I don't know when, but i do know when it all began. I may not grow old with my love as i wish, but what i give him instead will be an eternal gift. Knowing you will die makes no difference when you die, because you take chances at that point laughing and crying. Chances you know you will never get again. Even when advised not to. You will die FASTER if you begin. Part of you though has already died you see, especially when told you will die in a month, maybe three. Nothing can save you try as you might, come fight or flight. I believe there is always a remedy, you see. I am already past month three, and still breathing alright. Why fight a battle you know you lose in the end and pretend all is well. I hear yet again, wasted days so i am told. I am chagrin this grows old. Live like you are dying everyday, so i say. Remember, remember today or tomorrow is not promised to you or me, so just be free, let happiness flow through you like a giant tree. Smile laugh daily, as if life just began. Set a seed you can't take with you when its all said and done. Which brings me to a sweet gift, an always giving gift. Child birth, your own seed of life. It will probably kill me at this point faster than I like. Expected unless i don't undertake this quest of labor for love, i have interjected. I hide that inside me. For he, MY ALL, would try to make me withstand. So I bury it like a turtle egg deep in the sand. For to say something of this seeded plan will definitely halt its demand. With numbered days, not knowing when, or where you will draw your last breath. I would rather leap fly soar in the moment giving all of its depth. To give my love a gift in this world. A love of me and him created for our deep love of one another. That to me is far, far, far greater than leaving. Giving him nothing to hold onto but sad memories like an hourglass without sand. I rather give him something that gives him purpose, need, strength, joy. When he feels all alone on nights and sadness enter in folds. When I can't hold back. I can't whisper I love him in his ear, and promise i will always be here. It will give back his strength to him daily with no sadness then. No matter the cost I will give him a baby from me and him. Even if he has to raise the child alone for ever more, as I stated I was meant to go anyway, no time no date just without a solid pending expiration date. Knowing you will drop dead is an unimaginable fate for any to undertake. I don't wish him face that alone, with scars placed on his heart, as I part as jagged as rocks. I will leave a piece of me with him he can call his very own, and when i do i will smile from above with all my love and put into a grin, Placing it right upon my infant's chin. This way each time when he looks into that child's eyes, he sees me and will know a woman loved him completely with all her being. She with him and Allah's sweet touch, helped give him an eternal gift that will mean so much. And this man should always know she loved him from the very first hello. Shall I live through this endeavor I will treasure each moment i have with them forever. Where ever i may go I will keep them in my very soul. If I die before my child turns eight. I will pray Allah send my husband a good mate. One that will love him as much as I, and to be kind and generous with both in every design. Always smile and never provoke. For kindness is all what we really want, Isn't it folks? Even when we are alone and hurt, some people hide it like a cruel joke. If Allah heals me, and I get to stay. Amen!! Know this my heart, my love, my all, I will do my best to never part, because you are all that's in my heart... I love you now, tomorrow, always. Kiss me again, muahhh!!! Always safe within. That would be an even greater gift, i wish and pray again.
Cherie ThompsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMoon Dust
Moon Dust Rain has come The evening breeze barked Blue streak rain poured We quivered. The wind shivered. The night glistened.
Malika YoungPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Hate to Love You
I hate to love you. Not because you aren't incredible and beautiful Because you are I hate to love you because you give me a sense of purpose
Dallas HewittPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Girl On the Train
"I am ready, well-dressed, maybe like a perfect gentleman But who cares,i try to dress to avoid unwanted attraction And thus, as i wait for my mode of transportation via rail
Harydo NeonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPuebla
White sand between toes white sand in noseslost on a beach and you can't speak the language lost in a small city rough cobblestone streetseverything brought to colors of pale orange.Flick of a wrist as she moves slow though the heart inside erratically beats and feels fit to escape the rib-cage that so delicately encasesmoves as wheat grass in an open field pale eyes likewhite birds fighting against the horizon.
Heartless
I always want us to be together, But I have a confession. I'm lost and empty inside my heart, I am not really here, I've gone away.
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLost
She was lost among the flowers..,chasing dragon flies. Looking at butterflies. Finding beauty in everything even broken glass, how it shined or the color of a muddy puddle.
Cherie ThompsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsEverglow
''Everglow...'' This word, echoing in the back of my mindI didn't know what it meant exactlyI heard it on a songSo I went searching for the meaning of itIt reminded me immediately of youAnd I'm not surprised at allIt's been four years and I'm more in love than everAnd you couldn't care less And someone else is in love with me tooIt's also been four years And I couldn't care lessBecause all I want is youThe song says that if we love someone, we should let them knowWell, I guess you must knowAnd if you don't, I'll just live with this everglow feeling you gave me four years ago
Irina SofiaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSugar Hangover
Sentimental candyfloss, lingerie and bows. Pink. Shimmering ribbon and lips. 'You are mine'. And now - What lecherous magic,
Shaun Sundance Yates .Published 7 years ago in PoetsDespair
She was dangerous, but I didn’t care. My mind and heart were impaired. Like a drug addiction, nothing could compare to the feeling of being high. She was the stars in the night sky, and the universe was in her eyes.
A Life Adamant...
Keeping in mind… There are things yet to be fulfilled Love in its tendency To up and leave Without so much as a farewell
Michael McArdlePublished 7 years ago in PoetsEvery Day
I want to tell you about my day every day. About everything I saw that made me smile because it reminded me of you. I want to be with you
Amanda HuntPublished 7 years ago in Poets