August 31st, 2025
Winner: Weekly Poems Contest #9
by Theresa Shaw
In quiet rooms your presence finds its place,
A warmth that settles softly in the air –
Through shifting days, I wait to see your face,
And every corner whispers you are there.
You fit within the hush of morning's light,
The chair that waits when evening slows the day –
In whispered thoughts that linger through the night,
In dreams that call your footsteps where I stay.
You are the book half-opened in my hands,
The space between the words I've yet to write –
The shore that waits for tides it understands,
The constant star that steadies me at night.
In every space, in every place I roam,
It's you who turns each fleeting hour to home.
Biography of the Poet
Theresa Shaw lives in Wellington, New Zealand, where she writes poetry and stories alongside her work in technology.
Her writings draw on love, memory, and the everyday moments that give life meaning.
She has always found words to be a place of refuge and connection, and likes to bring private reflections into the open,
offering them as spaces where others might also feel at home.
Keywords: contemporary love, home and belonging, romantic poems, connection.
Previously Published in Weekly Poems:
"Morning Run" by Michelle Brown
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