love poems

Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.

Poison Thorns of the Black rose
Poison Thorns of the Black rose It grew in silence, under heavy skies, a black rose shining where nothing else survived.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The promise you once promised.
You once promised me, That we will never be apart, You intended to laugh. Take my hand in yours, I vowed that we would spend,
By Sandeep Sahooabout a year ago in Poets
And the Axe Forgets
does the rock cry out when the river carves it out achingly slow? does the hay bale protest when the whistling arrow pierces it?
By Semaraabout a year ago in Poets
In the Silence of Nature
Among the whispers of falling leaves, I hear your longing. Blending with the sigh of the wind, caressing a soul that waits in silence. The sky weaves the colors of dusk, while I gather prayers, hoping you'll find your way home, within the eternal hush of nature.
By Silent Soulweaverabout a year ago in Poets
The Space You Left.
The night you died didn’t feel real. To this day, when I think back on it, all the moments swirl together in one big blur. I couldn’t really miss you that night because, to me, you were still here — just sleeping as we all left the hospital.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
A Mother's Way
If a mother does something for her child... That mother can do that thing and go beyond... That is why never criticize a mother...
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
Currents
I walk by, the cool autumn air Feet slipping on fresh leaves Brown and wasted on the ground Just behind, the tops of trees
By Slgtlyscatt3redabout a year ago in Poets
Cell
My cell is my prison I'm a prisoner of time Waiting for you Day by day Hour by hour Minute by minute Second by second
By Slgtlyscatt3redabout a year ago in Poets
In Your Eyes I Am Your Slave
In Your Eyes I Am Your Slave In your eyes, I am a woman, A slave to a man. In mine, no man owns me, I do what I need to, when I can.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
"The Garden of Forgotten Dreams"
The Garden of Forgotten Dreams O mortal soul, why dost thou sigh and grieve, When every passing star bids thee believe? Thy sorrow, like the mist, shall melt with morn,
By Ahmad Dostabout a year ago in Poets
Forest Fires
when i have to put you to pen it’s over. i just don't know it yet but this time, i see it so clearly: how my gaze darts to my phone,
By Semaraabout a year ago in Poets
Open Says Me
A word, A gesture, A smile, Cunning jester wiles. Lock picks of inspiration Act as tactics of infiltration. Your own devotion,
By AAshesabout a year ago in Poets