love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
If sculpting is your art, O craftsman, Shape my face, my body, and my soul with your hand.
If sculpting is your art, O craftsman, Shape my face, my body, and my soul with your hand. Turn water into glass for me, if you can, Or cleanse this mirror of its rust and sand. To weave my veil, mix the hues of a rainbow, And carve colours from flowers and butterflies aglow. You claim your hands hold many crowned heads, Then shape a melody from wood, let music be spread. On a blank page, you’ve drawn trees and bloom, If you write poetry, give it taste and room. As you’ve chiselled the sun with precision and care, Take your tools and create brilliance to share. I will build a world vast and free, Not confined by a grave, a cage, or misery. It’s my craft to make sweetness and honey abound, But you, craft the sting, and let its pain resound. You, a master of mud’s enchantments divine, Why stunned by the beauty of a woman so fine?
By Muhammad Waseem 2 years ago in Poets
"The More Loving One" by W.H. Auden
If all stars are lost, I should learn to appreciate the beauty of an empty sky, even if it takes some time. While poems about heartbreak may not be as upbeat as those about love, they can still be beautiful and important. The cosmic expanded metaphor of W.H. Auden's 'The More Loving One' exemplifies this; though he would want to be 'the more loving one' himself, Auden wonderfully captures the anguish of loss when love ceases.
By Genius Sly2 years ago in Poets
