Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I wept for signs. Then, by the moonrise, I saw you bat your starlit eyes * -Gina C. 🧚🏻‍♀️✨
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets
Upon our island smiles fade as salty splashes wash away hope, rising us to harboured truths Wading within gritty futures, always believing sunsets bring sunrise in roses
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
There’s a blue bird in my heart, it’s wants to come out. But can I handle the songs it will sing, I’m not sure so I keep it cage up deep within me. Theres a blue bird in my heart, it pulls on my strings and wants me to sing its songs of love and grief. Blue birds are magical and deep, sometimes I want to fly and sing. But I keep the blue bird locked deep inside of me . For it knows songs of my soul I’m not ready to sing. There’s a blue bird in my heart who is waiting on me to let it free. Maybe I will one day, let it free, let it sing, let it be. I’ll always have blue birds deep inside of me.
By Sabrina Spellman- Kalliema Presley- Kallie Venturini- QUEENIE- WOLFIE2 years ago in Poets
Tried recreating Illusions I had once seen Captive in a cloud
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
We share the same face Ineffable changes, damn Leaving me tongue-tied
oh! the gaps...sighs...gasps lost...deep in starlight congress, breeze...bites...flesh * Thanks for reading! Here are some other things:
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
The sky between us is still love—connected—like sunlight kissing moon * -Gina C. 🧚‍♀️✨ * Author’s Note: Once upon a time, I wrote a haiku for the Blue Haiku Challenge that I really, really loved, called "Water & Sky".
Hearts awaken slow Modeled after some old dreams Floating on a cloud
In the shadows of a fleeting day, Hope lingers where the heartbeats sway. Each tear and smile, a thread we weave, In the tapestry of dreams we believe.
By Mohid Joiya2 years ago in Poets
In quiet moments, soft and clear, A heartbeat whispers, drawing near. Through tangled paths of joy and pain, Love's gentle touch will bloom again.
In the silence of the night, I whisper your name, So close yet so distant, like a moth to a flame. Our story unfolds, a tapestry unwritten,
By THiNK2 years ago in Poets
In a crowded world, I discovered you, a beautiful soul with a heart so sweet. Listening to our favorite song, your laughter lighting up every room.
