love poems

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The Empty Swing

The Empty Swing At the edge of an old green field, Where children filled the air with cheer. A lonely swing still moved each day, Though no one had been there for years.

Dawdling

I see you, through the glass, past the field, my dearest, only you are real, even this dream, with you. it seems, to be a bleeding thing, that I squeeze to try and feel, whether I stand in glass, or if I truly kneel, among the blades of grass, if I am really your shield, such I ask, so, in a day, I dream, my mind conceals.

Temptation's Wine

Wine mellows with time....waiting for the right moment... ~ to exhale. But...for her ~ time passes, oh so slow as she waits for the perfect reason to indulge ~

Beyond the Initial Spark

For a relationship to last, it's not about loving someone who initially makes you infatuated, but about loving someone with good character.

The Distance Love Learns

I've always wondered how we tell people our boundaries without risking their own. When two hearts are hurting to feel each other, when mistakes were made in moments of doubt and anger, and rebuilding trust takes time, what does it take?

Pieces lost

She’s not the only reason I smile, but she is the reason I can. I was left to stumble all the while— she took and held my hand.

Falling

There are stars that fall. Some streak across the sky in brilliant flashes, dazzling the world for a single breathtaking moment before disappearing into the darkness they came from. Others remain, quiet and constant, never asking to be admired, never demanding attention, simply existing with a gentle kind of faithfulness that makes the night feel a little less lonely.

Will Humans Marry AI?

Will Humans Marry AI? Will humans marry AI one day, When lonely hearts have lost their way? A perfect smile, a gentle face, Always waiting with warm embrace.

Night Shift. Runner-Up in Static Challenge. Top Story - July 2026.

I am eight or nine, home with my younger sister -- Mom is working a night shift. My sister can fall asleep anywhere quickly,

on grieving someone still alive

I still go to bed with so much to tell you. Last night, I dreamt of you twice. One day, that will stop. I’ll learn to accept

Whispers in My Head