#he poems on Hello Poetry

Aashi Sinha Sep 2020

In the dark i saw you, bathed in yellow and blue
yellow and blue
happy, true?

i love it all, red, yellow, green, eyes, freckles, the beauty spots, silly whatnots
i love it all, the tired eyes, the voice, his voice, his touch, his sighs, his hugs, his writing, everything, his everything, and travis scott while maths

joji, jeans, games, memes, science, print, morals, snap, memories, Heart, Full, Yet, Feels, Like, Nothing

F1 generation pain

#random #love #color #he #heart #pain #beauty

Desired Dreamer Sep 2020

SWS

You were there, in my forever.

Desired Dreamer(Bhupen)

#strangers #hope #love #goodbye #she #he

Beng Aug 2020

HEart

He's consist of artworks and paintings,
music and movies,
Heart without he is plain art
Art is what he loves to do
Can't think of anyone but you,
Just you.

i'm so sorry for being inactive lately :c
mark this as an apology since i'm so in love with my boyfriend. so in love.

#romance #lover #art #heart #he #guy #boyfriend #sweetface #poem #poetry

Ineffable Jul 2020

HE

He is one with a scarred past,
A harbinger of bad things that were to come.
Silent to opinions of strangers.
He who called family was decisions of fate.
Lowered with labels, suppressed feelings.
Titled "Man" by the noose called society.
He suppressed it down, playing it low.
Until, he met her, who comforted his soul.
Gave him hopes and lit his world.
Pulled him up from the clutches of darkness,
Stood by him, Became his anchor.
For every storm they faced,
Every lonely night they made it through with a smile.

Something I was working on for quite some time, fine-tuned by someone close to me so I don't really deserve all the credits for this.

#he #her #love #wait #forever

kiran goswami Jun 2020

He speaks words

He speaks words
that melts my heart
like the fire burning in a Christmas furnace
which releases hope in every spark.

He speaks words
that dance together
on the music of his heartbeat,
on the stage of mt heart.
So with every word he speaks,
I come alive.

He speaks words that spark joy
like the firecrackers on a black windy night.
like the daffodils, Wordsworth talked about.
So every time he speaks
my heart does not skip a beat
But rather doubles it.

He speaks words
that I have never heard
Like the retro songs, no one recalls
And are yer loved by all.
So nostalgia makes me sing his words.

He speaks words
that I like to hear
as a morning song or night tale.
So when he speaks I sink in his stories
of how he wants us to be.

He speaks words
that kiss each other
with love in the consonants
and passion in every vowel
Just like how he kissed me
when I told him I love him.

He speaks words
that belongs to me
Every sentence he speaks
I call mine,
like every inch of his body.

He speaks words
that have poems written on them.
Written but never read.
So every word he speaks
I keep in my heart
like I do to him.

#words #love #him #passion #kiss #heart #poem #poetry #he

Nida Mahmoed May 2020

He Brings Poetry

He brings poetry to the darkness
Growing inside and ignites the light
It's a beautiful sight,
Watching the dark deep night
Sleeping, embracing the moonlight
So close, so tight,

He brings winds inside my soul,
He was pure magic in black art,
He was sitting on a swinging chair
Gazing me
In drowning all the darkness
Deep inside my heart,
He brings a full moon to make love
From soul to soul
and heart to heart.
-Nida Mahmoed

#love #romance #romantic #him #he #man #woman #she #lovepoem #romanticpoetry

Malia Apr 2020

Where the Moonbeams Grow Pt. II

I’ve waited
I’ve waited so long
Since the day
I asked you to stay
And I looked for you
Do you know how long?
I looked for you
All these years
But you never
Looked for me once
Did you?

I’ve waited in this Wonderland
So long that the lush flowers and plants
Rotted, so I was left here alone
With yellow grass and sharp thorns
I’ve been waiting for my knight in shining armor
For so long, but he never came
Where are you now?
You said you’d come back for me
But you never did.

Original poem:
Meet me where
The moonbeams grow
And the sun likes to stop and chat.

Meet me where
The smiles prance
Through lush fields of poppies and grass.

If you never come to see me
If you never come to see,
I’ll meet you wherever you are
Wherever, whenever, you are.

#he #never #came