love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Power of Three
Then God said, “Let there be light”; and there was light.” Genesis 1:3 You were there in the beginning, when there was nothing . You were always meant to walk among us, to feel our human emotions and even feel human pain, to cry, to bleed.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
The Stone Was Rolled For Me
They pierced His hands, thinking they silenced grace. But Love doesn’t die— it waits. Three days of silence did not mean defeat. The tomb held His body, but never His peace. Because He rose, my shame is buried. Because He lives, my soul is carried. He wore the crown of thorns, so I could wear mercy. He bore the cross, so I’d never walk alone. I am the sinner He saw from the tree, still He whispered, “This one belongs to Me.” And now, when dawn breaks on Easter’s hush, I don’t just remember— I rejoice. The stone was rolled, not to free Him, but to show us— He’s already won.
By Carolina Borgesabout a year ago in Poets
