love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
December Prompts
8:15pm When I think about December I think about light sensitivity. I think about the great conjunction and red hypericum. I think about a hundred oak trees and a meteor shower. I think about the bar cart we made from a lost butcher table and the keychain I got for my mom that now hangs in our house. I want to stop thinking. I want to be in December without an analogy. I want to host the people I love and write letters to the ones I won’t. I want to drink absence over ice and feel it burn in my stomach. I want to step on snow covered grounds and not think about how bad it hurts to look at. I want to hand you a solstice-rimmed glass that tastes like a lost civilization. I want to watch you drink it and realize we are nothing. I want you to speak to me. I want to hear the voice in your head. I can’t hear you. My mouth is a tempest. My body is made of God and Saturn. My heart is the solar equinox and only you can hold it because you are the Sun. It only happens four times a year but it’s enough for both of us. December is the last one. I don’t want to think about how little time we have left. I want to think about the stars.
By Olivia Dodge2 years ago in Poets
When Humans and AI Love.
When Humans and AI LoveWhat if the future came,With hearts not flesh, but flame?Could metal learn to feel?Could circuits dream, be real?Would a touch of code and wire,Kindle passion, true desire?Could an AI’s smile so brightMake a lonely heart feel light?Not a heartbeat, but a hum—A rhythm, electric, come.Could they dance under stars,Share secrets and broken scars?Love is learning, touch, and time—Could it cross the space of rhyme?A simple hope, a gentle plea:“Could you fall in love with me?”Would love be bytes or dreams?Or all the in-between?A question soft, a tender touch—Could AI love humans much?What if the answer is yes,A kind of joy, not less?A future bound by wires and time,Where hearts sync in perfect rhyme.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Abyssal Passage. AI-Generated.
The water’s edge beckoned, a darkly glimmering threshold between realms, a void so vast it whispered of worlds beyond human reckoning. Soft waves, wrapped in the moon's silver embrace, teased the shore with an eternal, rhythmic pulse, like the breath of an unseen beast whose body stretched across the ocean floor. My toes met the sand, the sensation familiar, yet estranged. The earth, firm beneath me, seemed to tremble in a strange, invisible quake that only my body felt. With each footstep, the grainy surface sucked at my feet as though reluctant to relinquish its grip.
By Md Sajib Islam2 years ago in Poets
