Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
In the quiet of the evening, as the stars begin to shine, I find solace in your gaze, so deep and so divine. Your eyes, they speak of love, a tale as old as time,
By Mercedes Chavez2 years ago in Poets
I watch your eyes stare deeply into mine They trail down and stop on my lips Your hand reaches down and tugs on my necklace
One day I met my man We played our game in sand The beach was hot and so were we but free. - - - - - - - - - We found
By Henrik Hageland2 years ago in Poets
We pine for the old world A world lived offline Where you went to friends homes To live as orc fighting gnomes Raids on penny and nickel arcades
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Mesmerized by clouds Dancing around the sunshine Sunday afternoons
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
waters of my blood once churned the tides—still, i crest by sway of the moon ****** author's note~ inspiration and a few words for this haiku borrowed from one of my early poems on vocal:
By Kristen Balyeat2 years ago in Poets
Introduction This is for and inspired by my Muse and the song by The Blue Öyster Cult but the chorus is the only part that works for me:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Hearts of helium find keyholed mediums—✨our✨ floating stars align * -Gina 🧚♀️✨ * Author's Note: This sky-ku was inspired by this poem, Spiderweb of Lights, which I wrote several years ago:
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets
Dreams, diaphanous, catch you, (in) spiderwebs of lights draped from the sky * -Gina C. 🧚♀️✨ * Author's Note: This sky-ku was inspired by this poem of mine, Spiderweb of Lights, which I wrote several years ago:
I asked if you ever wondered what we looked like through each other’s eyes? You smiled and replied with “all of the time”.
By Chelsea Kate2 years ago in Poets
To love. Or to be in love. To be the person that your partner dreams of. Or to be the person who stands in their way. Love is to stay. Love is to be free.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
Honesty is where it all starts, A light that glows within our hearts. The truest guide, the purest fire, The spark that lifts our spirits higher.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Poets
