love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Scar is Where the Light Refused to Leave
I carry the silence of my father in my bones. He was a man of few words and many wounds. He never taught me how to love—only how to stay. He stayed through storms, heartbreaks, and cancer. He stayed when his body gave up but his eyes still held the sky. The day he died, I didn’t cry. I carved his name in my notebook. I lit a candle that never went out. I spoke to his absence more than I ever spoke to him. Years later, I met a woman who traced the veins on my hand like they were roads back to my childhood. She saw the boy I buried beneath years of pretending to be unbreakable. She once touched my scar and said, “The scar is where the light refused to leave.” That line stayed. Tattooed not just on my skin, but somewhere deeper. Somewhere marrow meets memory. Somewhere my father still sits quietly, proud of the man I became—not because I never broke, but because I did. And kept glowing. I don’t tell this story often. But if someone asks why I got that line inked on my chest, I tell them: Because we’re all stitched together by pain and light. And some lights never go out.
By Ikram Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
Life, in Stolen Moments
Life, in Stolen Moments — a phrase that captures the beauty hidden in the quiet, fleeting seconds we often overlook. Life isn’t always lived in grand achievements or loud celebrations; sometimes, it unfolds silently — in a passing glance, a whispered memory, a moment of solitude.
By Tahir Mehmoodabout a year ago in Poets
A Love Across Oceans.
He painted dreams on torn old walls, an indian artist with nothing at all. His pockets were light, his heart was deep, colors and hope were all he could keep. She came one day, young, full of grace, a white girl lost, yet found in his face. In narrow streets and quiet nights, they whispered love in soft moonlight. She saw the stars in his rough hands, he saw the sea in her foreign lands. Their hearts spoke what words could not, a timeless love, never forgot. She left with tears, to lands far wide, promised to bring him to her side. But he said no, with a gentle smile, “I will come, just give me a while.” He worked with fire in every stroke, years went by, but never broke. Till one spring day, he crossed the sea, and there she stood, where love should be. They built a home, raised laughing boys, filled their days with paints and toys. Wrinkles came, but love stayed true, their skies were always warm and blue. From rags and dreams, their love was born, through time and trials, it was reborn. Two hearts from worlds apart, they say, found one home, and chose to stay.
By Chris Liberty about a year ago in Poets
Beyond Dopamine: What Truly Makes a Relationship Last
The process of dopamine produces both frequent chatting and mood swings that do not guarantee relationship stability. Giving excessive attention to someone will quickly transform into an addictive relationship that produces internal depletion while facilitating emotional manipulation.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
