love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Garden in My Heart
My heart is a garden, a garden planted by me. I planted the flower of beauty so i could bloom beautiful things. I planted the tree of friendship in order to see vigorous roots grow between my friends and I . The flower of love was also planted there, to make my love grow even more through the days. The sun was always out, shinning bright with happiness. My garden was perfect, or so I thought. One day the sun wasn’t shinning as bright as before, something was wrong. The sun stopped shinning happiness so the flower of beauty was no longer blooming. The tree of friendship was cut down by the hands of my own “true friends” and the flower of love was devoured by bugs, leaving not a single. My garden was dying in such tragedy so, what could I do?. No more beauty was left within me. Love was extinct and my dearly friendships were demolished. Rain started to fall, so i let it pour. I stayed there alone with my agonizing garden and let us drowned with my own tears. Nothing was left. No more beauty, no more love, no more friends. No flowers, no trees, nor shinning sky, just dirt. Days passed by and weeds of hate, sadness, and depression started to grow. Until he came. Him so bright and sweet cleaned all the mess by pulling all of those weeds from root. Once he was done with that he planted the flower of love once more, along with other flowers that filled my garden with so much joy and peace. Lastly, he planted a tree i had never seen before, the forgiveness tree. This tree grew very strong roots and bloomed beautifully. My garden was enraptured by him, and so was i, so much that he became the sun of life for me and for the garden in my heart. He had stopped the rain and cleared the sky. He had made everything better and showed me what a real garden looks like…so I stood up and started to plant again, not alone this time but with him. The man upstairs.
By lizeth gutierrez8 years ago in Poets
My Song
Listen to the beat of my song its lyrics are the words from my soul. Its rhythm matches my heart. These words I send to you in hopes of finding a match to your song. The words I love you never spelled out so clearly. My music is the dagger hoping to piece your heart. When you're here with me, the bass picks up, and the dancers come out to play. But when you're gone there, the sound fades, no music and no love. I miss the voice in every breath you take mesmerizing me with your words. What I have is a song, and I hope one day my beat will match yours. Someday I want to get the courage to ask for the words from your soul. So can you hear it? This song I've sent you wishing for your frozen heart to yield its heat to me. The beat comes from within, and its lyrics carry me to you for me to say. I love you
By Michael Oglesby8 years ago in Poets
