love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
By the Sea
In the house I listen, cautious. It is winter, and the rain outside our red brick house smacks against the window pane; the seasonal night’s drum solo forever changing tempo. Before me, velvet purple walls like crumpled paper casting tiny shadows, embossed plaster buildings, uneven roads – the make shift city of my daydreams. Parts of it are still under construction, nightmares covered by pictures of me, of her, of him, of someone I can only imagine meeting; but there are gaps. Some have bent under the pressure, and others have fallen – abandoned in the dusty mass of fabric, a lost soldier in amongst all those other memories.
By Zoe Norton8 years ago in Poets
Lost Love
I can't seem to find love. Have you seen it? It's been hiding from me my entire life. Am I not looking in the right places? Did it fall off a bridge and drown? Maybe love does not really exist. It is only a mere fairy tale told by others who wish to only dream. I've only found the generic version of love. The kind that gets old and wrinkled. Torn apart by monsters that hide behind such beautiful masks. No one deserves that kind of love. I want real love which always seems to find and touch everyone's heart but my own. It's like love is playing hard to get with me. A game that I have been losing for a long time. I've thought about giving up and letting go of love but in the end love is always flooding my mind. It is hope that guide's me through my darkest nights. Love is lost, leaving a trace of its footprints behind. Lost love can always be found. I'd swim through the deepest ocean only to get a glimpse of it. I know love is out there somewhere. This time I shall have love come find me.
By Tyheisha Jackson8 years ago in Poets
Here I Am
Here I am. Blindly walking through emotions that overrule my common sense. Quietly picking up pieces of my broken heart so I don't disturb your feelings, that you hide so well. Cautiously choosing words that won't offend you. Continuously giving every inch of who I am to over compensate your inability to go the extra mile. Willingly bending over backwards to put a smile on your face to take the focus off of the tears I'm holding back. Consistently trying to make you feel that you are loved knowing that you won't return the same gestures. Foolishly holding onto things that are easily forgotten. Compassionately listening to the stories behind your scars believing that you will help heal mine. Fearlessly believing in everything you say praying that things will be better some day.
By Stacey Mae8 years ago in Poets
