love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Enchanted : Taylor Swift
"I'll spend forever wondering if you knew" "I was enchanted to meet you" Have you ever listened to this "Enchanted ”song by Taylor Swift that often considered one of her most underrated songs, especially by fans who followed her earlier albums like Speak Now. Today, I want to explore the lyrics of Enchanted , a song that reminded me of a story that someone once told me. A story of meeting someone unforgettable , and silently holding onto that moment that she doesn't know why its happened.
By Syira Husairi about a year ago in Poets
The Electric Revival of Main Street
BEST STORY: Picture this: a quiet little town, the kind where everybody knows your name, and the most exciting thing on a Friday night used to be the high school football game. Now, imagine that same town buzzing with energy—shops open late, live music spilling out of cozy cafés, and a community coming together to rewrite its story. Welcome to the electric revival of Main Street, where our small town is proving that big dreams can spark something extraordinary.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
The Earth Walks With Me
have traveled paths, waded through the thick dust of the land, my hands marked by the burdens of labor. The sun spills over my shoulders, its crown breaking in gold. I stop, lean into the wind’s breath, and listen. The open fields—untamed, endless— call out with a deep, constant hunger. I kneel. The earth speaks back, its voice laden with the sweat of those who came before. Elders—long gone— still whisper through the soil, still shaping the air with the rhythm of their breath, as if they never left. I speak as one who works, rising from the ground, returning to it in time. Child of laborers, kin to those who toil, a future father to those yet to be. Beneath me, I feel the heartbeat— the steady thrum of the working soul, the lifeblood of the world no ruler can claim, no law can trap. It beats. It calls. I see the sweep of life— the green fields, brown soil, vast skies, and gray storms. Dirt lines my fingers. Sweat beads my brow. In the trees, in the flowing rivers, in the cries for what is right, in the songs born of love— I see myself. I speak the names of many. I carry wounds deep inside. Hope lives in my bones. I move forward. I fall. I rise. I keep walking. And the earth walks beside me. ---
By Nasir Khanabout a year ago in Poets
