Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
smile laugh nod swallow cry make them believe it make them see only what i portray make them happy make them comfortable
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
I lie still in bed Watching the speeding lights from cars as they pass by The shadows dance around the room The only sound to be heard, the steady beat of my heart
By Mercedes Chavez2 years ago in Poets
How have I learned to love only to not find myself with the very one who my heart has chosen to... -Love. I've found exactly what I've always wanted... ‐only to be far far too late. If only time and chance were on my side... ‐if only life was more than just give and take... if only hope had chosen to feed me truth... ‐but it has only lied. How can this be? How can we be so similar? So, so so close... ‐but yet so, so far. If only she... ‐if only me... ‐ in another time and place or if the events of history were a little different or if there could be just one change I could implement or... ‐if only I had learned what love was sooner then maybe... ‐maybe there'd be a we between you and I. If only just a little sooner... ‐I had found you... ‐then maybe there'd be a we between you and I.
By JM2 years ago in Poets
In silence imbued my dissonance Pulls shadows from the dark Casting discord of broken years Upon a sea of perished hearts
By Veronica Coldiron2 years ago in Poets
I’m sweet when it suits But better when I’m bitter A lack of etiquette Leaves something to remember Like smoke rings and cigarettes
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Wrapped in the illusion of cause and effect Lost in the Surreptitiousness Stolen moments were spent Aghast at the notion
Love has been referred to as some kind of summoning A call for something reaching beyond. A message that is well on its way of becoming
Voodoo Doll Defiance Poem In the shadows of oppression, where freedom's light fades. A voodoo doll of control, manipulates our shades.
By Denelsia Walker2 years ago in Poets
I fell in love with words for a reason. Words give me comfort I never knew I needed. A season has passed, and several poems have already been completed. Words make up sentences that describe ways I have been badly treated.
By Sasi 2 years ago in Poets
Thud!! The familiar dissonant harmony Reverberates through my ears, Followed by more abhorrent and unpleasant echoes— Echoes of deafening silence…
By Annie Edwards 2 years ago in Poets
I am restless and lazy like the clouds in the sky Moved only by the struggles and storms that pass by Oh to be like the lightning flashing wild in your eyes
i wonder how i’ll be remembered, once my time is over will the air you breathe feel heavy like the dew on fields of clover
