Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Just about the time there is some semblance of normalcy, The thought of you comes whimpering back to mind. Our first conversations
By Julie Lacksonen11 days ago in Poets
I raise my voice to the sunrise‑kissed horizon, where every amber strand of light is a braid of you the laughter of a tide that folds into another tide,
By Forest Green11 days ago in Poets
When I look in your eyes, I see an entire world reflected back at me. * Twin galaxies filled with stars. Glimmering with possibility
By Bradley Ramsey11 days ago in Poets
He was pickup lines I was busy tones He was picket fences
By Christopher Dubbs11 days ago in Poets
In year 400, I built a pool !? In year 5,000, I built a stove, and a washing machine !? I built it myself - I got all the ingredients and "SAID", I have built it !?
By 365poetry11 days ago in Poets
Introduction This came about after talking with my Muse about one of her favourite colours. The music is "Hymn to the Sea (Rose's Theme)" by Amy Wallace and Reyjuliand
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 11 days ago in Poets
I found myself strangling inside a quantum entanglement. I needed him to observe me, see me, believe in me, in order to exist.
When you lean your head back, revealing the full bloom of your face I wanted to dance across your cheeks When you sipped tea to soothe your throat
It hasn’t been worn in three decades, yet it remains in my closet. An elegant off-white dress, lace patterns tracing the bodice,
By Xhevrije Prisoj12 days ago in Poets
No contact for 14 days I knew in my heart my love had gone astray We used to talk every night Now the man I loved had taken flight
By Cheryl E Preston12 days ago in Poets
Living In A Dream, Haunted By My Reality Walking Aimlessly To Be Prosperous... Damaged By Failure and False Hope, I Surrendered To Your Compassion And Let Love Have It's Way With My Heart...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)12 days ago in Poets
Today I deadhead the withered blooms of my memory, pinching off the bruised petals of a former self. A sudden lighting of the mind; clean, decisive, severing the stem where pain flows.
By Tennessee Garbage12 days ago in Poets
