love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Last Light of Summer
The cicadas sang their final symphony as Maya stood on her grandmother's porch, watching the sun bleed orange across the Kentucky hills. September had arrived with its bittersweet promise—the end of freedom, the return to structure, the closing of another chapter in her rapidly disappearing childhood.
By The Curious Writer8 days ago in Poets
Don't Leave
Take me back, To the day, When you said "I LOVE YOU" When you held my hand, And I suppressed the tears weld up In my eyes... Take me back to the moment, When you held my heart in your hands... My pride smiled, When you cried... I layed my head on your shoulder, I was thinking something only you would know... I whispered "Kiss Me" And with our last smooch, I didn't want to let go... You cried and I tried to comfort your pain, when I Lifed your head, I seen the tears in your eyes... My pride was washed to the side, I didn't want to go, But I had to leave... Take me back to the day, When I couldn't breathe- When you said, You Love Me...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)9 days ago in Poets
Messiah
You have to knock louder, my dear. I can't hear beyond the thunder of the door. I won't believe you actually mean it. Because you have to want it more. You became home to me and I fear when it's going to end. I conspire against myself in hopes the truth will bend. You're the therapy I actually benefit from, the doubt that gets removed. I run to the sound of your echoes while I climb out of this tomb. I was searching for you but were you looking for me? Did you pin all your hope on a future while you waited for me? I don't want to escape, I want to run away with you. With your hand in mine, we can witness everything brand new. I've learned to live with distorted self-esteem. Where I couldn't possibly be worth anything. To measure up with what I expect you'd want and need. To be everything wrapped up in a peaceful dream. To be enough, to be the one to make you happy. Where I prove myself and land at your feet. Why can't I just be myself and hope for the best? Because I'm afraid I will always be -less. There's a part of me that lives in constant fear. That I speak in a language you couldn't possibly hear. I cannot control how you view me, my love. All I can do is continue to love you and hope its enough. My attempts at happiness are few in between. My efforts at evolution are always unseen. I crave the safety of consistent and stable arms. I yearn for the freedom that lies in your peaceful and loving heart
By Anna Torres9 days ago in Poets
