love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Sound of the Swing
The Sound of the Swing The garden had long fallen silent. Once, it was a kingdom of chaos: shrieks of laughter, stomping feet, and the creak-creak of the wooden swing that hung from the old guava tree. Now, only the rustling of wind through dry leaves remained, whispering secrets to no one in particular.
By Shehzad Khanabout a year ago in Poets
Never Empty.
One of my favorite things to watch is videos of people exploring abandoned places. It's something I've always enjoyed and something I'd love to do myself. As I sat watching a few today, I started getting some thoughts, and I wanted to write them down before I forgot them all. I hope I’m able to get the main points of my thoughts across in a way that makes sense.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
The Moon Doesn't Owe the Sun an Explanation
She rises when the world sleeps, cloaked in silver silence, a keeper of secrets the sun could never bear. She doesn’t chase light — she reflects it, bends it, wears it like a quiet crown. And still, they ask her why she’s never as bright, never as loud, never as warm. But the moon owes no apology for glowing in shadows, for ruling tides instead of time. She knows the power in soft things— in phases, in patience, in pulling oceans with a glance. Let the sun boast. Let him blaze and blind. She’ll keep orbiting in her sacred rhythm, turning dark into beauty, absence into presence. Not lesser—just different. Not silent—just still. The moon doesn't owe the sun an explanation. She is enough, even in pieces.
By Azmat Roman ✨about a year ago in Poets
Love Letter to the Unseen
June 24: The Atlas of Invisible Geography - Document the work of someone who can see and map emotional terrain. Include detailed cartographic symbols for different feelings. Use traditional map-making terminology. Consider how emotional landscapes shift over time. End with discovering an uncharted emotional territory. - Daily Poetry Writing Prompts 2025
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Poets
