#poem

Beneath her curls, I forget the world, With a mere gaze she raises my hopes of gold. Love is as much in her heart as in mine, But she doesn’t say it, her punishment so divine. ↗

— Faraaz Kazi

#love-poem #romance #unsaid-words #love

The townspeople took the prince for dead When he never returned with the dragon’s head When with her, he stayed She thought he’d be too afraid But he loved her too much instead. ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#dragons #fantasy #love #lovers #poems

That's what I love about poetry. The more abstract, the better. The stuff where you're not sure what the poet's talking about. You may have an idea, but you can't be sure. Not a hundred percent. Each word, specifically chosen, could have a million different meanings. ↗

— Jay Asher

#poems #poetry #love

I sent my words out onto the wind to paths unseen and parts unknown in hopes people will enjoy this book of poetic words I've sown ↗

— Charles Johnson

#love-poems #poetry #love

ويهزني صحوى .. فافتقدك ولكن بلا جدوى بلا جدوى .. ↗

— أمل دنقل

#miss #poem #love

Ariette III Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville ; Quelle est cette langueur Qui pénètre mon coeur ? Ô bruit doux de la pluie Par terre et sur les toits ! Pour un coeur qui s'ennuie, Ô le chant de la pluie ! Il pleure sans raison Dans ce coeur qui s'écoeure. Quoi ! nulle trahison ? Ce deuil est sans raison. C'est bien la pire peine De ne savoir pourquoi Sans amour et sans haine Mon coeur a tant de peine ! ↗

— Paul Verlaine

#love #poems #rain #love

My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it, Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done. ↗

— Elizabeth I Tudor

#love #monarch #on-monsieur-s-departure #poem #queen

Unable and crippled I am As I gaze into the vastness The vastness that harbors your praise And glories of the best of creation... If I tried to spell.. A drop of ink from your love Ma quill would burn in shame for your love match no words...ya rasoolullah! ↗

— anila aboo

#muhammaden #poem #prophet-muhammad #love

Beer bottles, whiskey bottles, brown glass, green. They fell to the lawn and I'd feel serene. Adam was king to my stilted queen. ↗

— Kate Bernheimer

#drinking #love #poems #whiskey #love

an English girl might well believe that time is how you spend your love. ↗

— Nick Laird

#nick-laird #poem #poetry #the-last-saturday-in-ulster #time