love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Tapestry of the Moral Mind
The Tapestry of the Moral Mind: A Performance Poetry We weave the threads, One by one, Strands of light, And shadows spun. A tapestry so intricate, The fabric of our soul, Woven with decisions, That make us whole. Each choice a stitch, Each thought a thread, Knots of guilt, And hope instead. In the loom of life, We find our place, Every action, every word, Leaves a trace. The mind— A canvas stretched so wide, Where right and wrong In silence collide. A whisper calls, "Choose what's true," But where do we go, When truth eludes? We journey deep, Through paths unknown, Guided by the morals We’ve always known. But does the path we tread Always lead to light? Or does darkness hide In the brightest sight? For in the threads, We bind our fears, And from the looms, We spin our tears. But also, there is love, And kindness bold, In every stitch, A story told. What is the mind, If not a guide, Telling us where we stand, And where we hide? So let us weave, With careful hand, The tapestry that shows Where we stand. In every stitch, In every line, We are the architects Of our design. A moral mind, So full of grace, That in its fabric, We find our place. Let us weave, Let us choose, The threads that lead To love, and not to lose. For in the tapestry, We find our soul, Woven with wisdom, That makes us whole.
By Samson E. Gifted2 years ago in Poets
Shadow and Flame
e Shadow and Flame You are the match struck in my darkest hour, A blaze that melts the ice of ancient scars. In your glow, even my shadows dance, Twisting grief into a fleeting romance. Burn me to ash, let your embers consume— From ruin, I’ll rise, kissed by your plume. For what is love but light born from pain? A phoenix forged where we dared to remain.
By Vijay Verma2 years ago in Poets
