Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Haunting of a Newly Built House. The paint is fresh, the walls stand proud, no history carved in wood or stone, yet something breathes within these halls,
By George’s Girl 2026 6 days ago in Poets
We don't work We love Life gets easier when we stop operating in our pride And start acknowledging our purpose to love Loving others is a gift
By L.I.E7 days ago in Poets
Do you remember the promise ? The promise you made to stay... But yet you left - Not forever, I guess? The whispered promise to celebrate?
By Aahna Rajesh7 days ago in Poets
I pledge, I knew better - I will learn better !? I pledge, I knew better than the person sitting next to me !? I pledge - you said you should, would, could !?
By 365poetry7 days ago in Poets
I sat down for 900 hundreds hours, musky dirty - without FOOD and WATER !? I sat down talking to myself making sure I know for a fact that I'm not with anything that says I am stressed like that !?
Written by a human, for humans, always. --- This cannot be... How did this happen? I thought I had beaten this... I thought I had won.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)7 days ago in Poets
This is but a free write. I've been in a handful of relationships to understand when a heart is broken. I'm currently in a situation-ship that moved to fast but is strong now. However, I'm always stuck with the same problem.
By Anonymous Writer 3787 days ago in Poets
I thought about you more today, For reasons I cannot explain. I think about you every day But today was just not the same.
By Calvin London7 days ago in Poets
Snow White skin With long Lucious dark brown hair Deep brown eyes And a smile that is divine Rosie read cheeks Lips dark as red wine
By Jennifer lindquist7 days ago in Poets
There was a love I never spoke, Not because it wasn’t real— But because some feelings grow deeper When they’re not forced to be revealed.
By imtiazalam7 days ago in Poets
Sometimes I can see through my own skin and I don’t like the way the light shines behind it like an egg under a heat lamp
By Olivia Dodge7 days ago in Poets
You’re Not Dead, So How Can You Haunt Me? You sit there breathing, I hear it, slow, steady, real, Yet every room bends when you enter, like memory gone wrong,
By George’s Girl 2026 7 days ago in Poets
