love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Muse
When waking up cold with a mouth full of ash as you barrel down the tracks--bracing for the crash, and the moisture in the air hangs thick with venom, and that cruel voice inside whispers ideas; should you let him?
Octo-Burr
Completely forgot when I posted to mention this is part of The Spooky Season Challenge by S. A. Crawford. You can find the challenge here:
Lynda SpargurPublished 6 months ago in PoetsGliding the Waterhole
How frequently I recollect The frozen prarie lake, That appeared to be a wonderland Moved by a pixie's wand.
Nashawn ManzanoPublished 6 months ago in PoetsThe Sound of Emptiness
Into the anguish I blur as I continually attempt to track down the ideal locations, to arrive at a quiet serenity
Nashawn ManzanoPublished 6 months ago in PoetsThe Torpidity
The hanging cold of winter has shown up Furthermore, the ice appears to freeze time. At the same time There is a sure quiet
Nashawn ManzanoPublished 6 months ago in PoetsYour Guide
They saw your kindness as an infinite resource, An endlessly flowing and everlasting river. They left you so depleted, feeling so low.
Emily ViggianiPublished 6 months ago in PoetsOn the Shore
Shall I compare you to the rocky shore? You are my safe harbour from the cold night. I thought I would never find land before.
Emily ViggianiPublished 6 months ago in PoetsKing of Ithaca
They told me to forget. They told me to find someone new. I am pretending to wait for another suitor, But I know that it cannot be.
Emily ViggianiPublished 6 months ago in PoetsThe book I Wanted to read
I knew in my heart The book sat waiting Yet time slipped through I wanted to flippthe page my heart skipped a beat It called out to me
"LOVE IS A VIRTUAL REALITY"
Love is more than a word. Love is a feeling that cannot be heard. It is a smile that lights up the face. It is a warmth that fills the space.
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished 6 months ago in PoetsLove's Bridge
Connecting the banks like two hearts * Surrounded by flowers: orange, pink, red ** Green grass in an overgrown meadow ***
Mother CombsPublished 6 months ago in PoetsYou - a poem
I brought you flowers I sung you songs I tried to heal your scars But now your gone And I wish I could take you back
Henry PlumePublished 6 months ago in Poets