Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
A Tree Is More Than Just a Tree A tree is more than just a tree There’s so much more for us to see Within its trunk the rings unfold A story of the years untold
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about 7 hours ago in Poets
A Bridge of Love We met in the summer of '73, And laughed for days, But it wasn't to be. For you were gone, I on one side of the mountain,
Death is only the beginning October smiled and took a seat The other months just sat there grinning Their comprehension incomplete
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout 8 hours ago in Poets
It’s becoming clear perfectly crystal We are sitting in the dark trying desperately to become someone else Yielding everything we are
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout 10 hours ago in Poets
the leaves wither in elegant colors along the sidewalks of a neighborhood we all remember from somewhere in our childhood
By Dabout 12 hours ago in Poets
My heart is an emotional battlefield. Fore I am very weak but I am strong still. Fore love was dirty, but I loved with all my will.
By Dina Evans about 12 hours ago in Poets
Introduction This is another Richard Thompson song, but performed by Dick Gaughan, one of the greatest voices I have ever heard. This sad song is about James giving Red Molly his motorbike on his deathbed.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 21 hours ago in Poets
I Knew He Was a Ghost When He Said Hello I knew he was a ghost when he said hello, His voice came softly from long ago. He stood beneath the pale moonlight,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk a day ago in Poets
Alright everyone, this time I mean it: this is my final entry into the Vocal October Challenge! I swear by all that is sweet, spooky and freaky. Please enjoy.
By Rain Dayzea day ago in Poets
MOONLIGHT ON MY PILLOW I have often wondered late at night, Why my pillow fills with soft moonlight. Is it the moon reaching out for a chat, About this life and where we are at?
The trendiest person on the street is not always the happiest, The man with the cheapest car, might not be as sad as you think,
By Carol Ann Townenda day ago in Poets
I do not know what is wrong with me. Today the sunshines beautifully; yet I'm wide awake and half asleep. The same coffee crystals done twice this week.
By Dina Evans a day ago in Poets
