love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Bench by the River
The Bench by the River Every Sunday morning, without fail, Henry came to the same bench by the river. He wasn’t a man of many habits—he lost most of them when his wife passed away five years ago—but this ritual remained. The bench sat under a weeping willow whose branches kissed the water when the wind was gentle. Birds chattered nearby, and occasionally a jogger would nod at him as they passed. But Henry didn’t come for the company.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers of the Heart
Beneath a sky of muted blue, She painted what she barely knew— A longing born from silent grace, A love unmet, a nameless face. Each brushstroke told a quiet tale, Of hopes set loose on winds so pale. No need for noise, no need for sound— Her world was still, her truth profound. And then he came, with steady tread, No words, no voice, just thoughts unread. A stranger cloaked in woven light, Who carried shadows soft and bright. He didn’t speak, but still she heard, His silence strong, his silence stirred. A single sketch—a mirrored pair, Two souls alone, yet standing there. She took his gift with trembling hand, No question asked, no bold demand. In that small page, a world was drawn, Where aching hearts could lean upon. Some love begins with flaring start, With blazing fire and racing heart. But theirs, like dawn, was slow and true— A tender spark the light once knew. No voice was raised, no grand romance, Just eyes that met by quiet chance. And in that gaze, both worlds aligned— Two silent hearts, no longer blind.
By Sudais Khanabout a year ago in Poets
