love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Swing at Midnight
A Love Rediscovered in Moonlight In the quiet of Haven’s Meadow, where pines stood like guardians under a silver moon, an old oak held court, its branches cradling a wooden swing that swayed gently in the night’s breath. A lantern flickered on the grass, its golden light brushing against a pair of worn boots and a folded letter, pinned beneath a smooth river stone. The meadow was a place of secrets, where the heart’s whispers carried further than the wind.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
The Library of Whispers
A Journey to Rediscover Knowledge Deep in the heart of the Eldwood, where trees stood as sentinels of time, there lay a library forgotten by all but the wind. Its stone walls, cloaked in moss and ivy, seemed to breathe with the forest’s pulse. Sunlight, soft as a memory, spilled through a fractured stained-glass window, casting kaleidoscope colors across shelves heavy with ancient tomes. The air was thick with the scent of aged paper and secrets, and at the center of the room, a single book lay open on a wooden table, its pages stirring as if alive.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
“The Letters I Never Sent”
I’ve written a hundred letters to you. None of them were mailed. They live in the back of my notebooks, hidden between pages of to-do lists, groceries, and half-finished poems. I never had the courage to send them—not because I feared rejection, but because I feared they would become real.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
