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nemesis_ptry
Each day thou dost reveal with gentle art That love resides not only in sweet speech, But in the quiet chambers of the heart, In tender glances none but souls may reach. For when thine eyes upon my visage rest, Their softened light doth warm my spirit through, And in thy presence am I richly blessed, As winter fields revived by morning dew. Again, again, thou show’st what love may be, How deep mine own affection for thee grows; Each passing hour makes clearer unto me The sacred root from which devotion flows. And by the care with which thou holdest me, The peace thou bring’st when storms within me rise, The faithful choice thou makest constantly, I see mine own love mirrored in thine eyes. Though joyful memories should fade with years, And time should steal what once was bright and fair, I need but close mine eyes, and thou appears, And all my happiness shall still be there. For loving thee hath grown so dear, so true, It is the very life I breathe in you.
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May 19
May 19, 2026 at 8:01 AM UTC
Thy Love
I’m tired of carrying storms that were never meant to live inside me. So tonight, I let the rain fall out of my chest and wash the darkness from my soul. Take away the heavy thoughts that keep my heart awake at night, the memories that sting like broken glass, the fear that turns silence into pain. Teach me how to breathe again without sadness sitting on my lungs. Teach my heart to beat softly, without anger, regret, or doubt. May peace find me gently, like sunlight through a window after the longest winter. May healing grow in the places that hurt the most. And if my heart still trembles, let it tremble toward hope, toward love, toward becoming whole again. I do not want bitterness anymore. I do not want to drown in yesterday. I want a soul that feels light again, a mind that rests, a heart that forgives. So I release every negative thought into the wind tonight, and I pray that what returns to me is peace, clarity, and warmth. Little by little, I will become calm again. Little by little, I will become myself again.
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May 14
May 14, 2026 at 1:23 PM UTC
Silent Storms