Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
We’re still in the Old Testament, though. Still at mount Sinai, Still carving laws into stone with bare, blistered hands,
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
You are my rhythm and queen And you are the only fiancée, You are my passion and universe, The prefix I wish is Miss to Mrs.
By Sandeep Sahooabout a year ago in Poets
What a gaze you have on that face full of illusion, looking into those two eyes, love is created in my heart. Your sweet voice fills my soul,
By Sajib Mridhaabout a year ago in Poets
How old were you then? When I was a bus driver. When autumn came to your place I was wearing a raincoat. When you were a poet, I was illiterate.
A Meditation on Inner Peace The world rushes by in frantic pace, Leaving behind an empty space. I ponder, God, why souls find rest
By Aima Charleabout a year ago in Poets
The earth lies parched beneath the sun, A silent plea for what is gone. I seek of God, what makes us blind To simple acts of being kind?
The shadows lengthen, darkness falls, Echoing through fragmented walls. I pray to God, what breaks the span That links one human heart to man?
The city sleeps beneath the haze, Lost in a labyrinthine maze. I pray to God, what makes us stray, From paths where love lights up the way?
The wind sighs low through broken panes, A melody of lingering pains. I ask you, God, what fuels the fight, And keeps the world in endless night?
I hear the whispers of the breeze, A gentle rhythm, meant to please. I wonder, God, when strife will fade, And harmony will be remade.
I feel the stillness of the air, A silent whisper, soft and rare. I question, God, what holds us back, From pathways leading to the track
The air is thick with unsaid words, A symphony of restless herds. I wonder, God, why peace delays, Through shadowed nights and sunlit days.
