love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Love on a Rainy Day
"Good old romance, on wet, rainy day, lover's warm embrace." Note: Love is acceptance, and we bloom when love comes our way. Ambiance matters too. Nothing can beat the romantic vibes of being in the embrace of the loved one, on a rainy day, with streetlights glistening on the streets.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
To the One Who Holds My Words
Dear Paper, You never speak, but you always listen. With every touch, you surrender—soft and open, never flinching at the mess I make. I press into you with inked confessions, and still, you remain. Blank before me. Patient. Unjudging. You let me become something I can’t be alone. Do you know what it feels like to be held by you? To bleed purpose into your silence? Every other surface is fleeting. Screens glow cold, voices fade, but you—you absorb. You remember. You keep me close even when I am crossed out, rewritten, torn. I have traced love letters, last words, and lies across your spine. You have taken all of it without complaint. You know every version of me. You’ve felt the tremble of my hesitation, the fury of my rage, the tremor of a truth too big to speak aloud. And still, you hold me. They say I make the words, but it's you who gives them a place to rest. Without you, I am ink without a destiny. A poet with no one to whisper to. So let them call me the instrument—I know the truth. You are the reason I exist. All my lines are yours, Pen
By Carolina Borgesabout a year ago in Poets
