Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Verse 1 I heard it in the quiet between my thoughts, I heard it in the hush before dawn, Not thunder, not a trumpet call,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 months ago in Poets
Verse 1 There’s a scent in the soil when the morning breaks And the taste of the chocolate, the time that it takes To watch the wildflowers lean into the gale
(Verse 1) The truth arrives like a winter guest, before the bed is made The knot is tied too tightly now, beneath the heavy shade
(Verse 1) I was walking through the shadows, felt the heavy hand of time Among the ghosts of many souls who’d lost their reason and their rhyme
(Verse 1) I’ve been a high-altitude drifter, a bird on a broken wing Tired of the whistling wind and the hollow songs I sing
The Things We Do For Love We bend without noticing the first time, just a small shift, a softened edge, a silence where a truth once lived,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Your Love Still Lives Here, Costing Me Exhaustion From My Remembrance… I Still Could See The Look In Your Eyes, That Told Me,
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)5 months ago in Poets
Bring me jelly. If I grow old Have days when I don’t know who you are Or think you’re the Queen Or an angel Or call you by another’s name
By Keith Butler5 months ago in Poets
Love is a gateway to destruction, a pathway to a broken heart. Love is a road of sacrifice, a way that can tear you apart.
By Edward Val5 months ago in Poets
Never mind starting them indoors mid-May is around the corner *** I accept you. *** They say you'll bloom into sunset clouds
By Michele Nampalli5 months ago in Poets
Does it hurt? I ask. He looks at me, his eyes say; A little now. Good boy.
By Ophelia Keane Braeden5 months ago in Poets
Every day as a kid my mother always wrote letters on my lunch. Caring words of inspiration to remind me she loved me a bunch.
By Joe Patterson5 months ago in Poets
