Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I miss you—truth painfully sputtered Into the void where you once stood. The words hang, heavy in the air, As if they could bridge the chasm between us.
By Ravi D2 years ago in Poets
I knew you were the one when I didn’t have to pretend to be anyone else. I peeled open every layer of myself, showed you the parts that are bruised and ugly,
By Josey Pickering2 years ago in Poets
She Who Brings the Dawn With colors brushed in hues of dreams. Rests underneath the boundless sky, A canvas for the first gleams of our love.
By Saeed Zafar2 years ago in Poets
Scintilla scents psych me up for the starlit night… I’m wearing his leather jacket and it smells of his Paco Rabanne cologne.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Silence blanketing my ride home in the back of someone else's car Pretending it doesn't hurt that you live so close to my favorite bar
By Joni Écrit2 years ago in Poets
The instance of extinction came to call on me today In the darkness of the shadows Where my demons go to play I lost my inhibitions and the ability to see
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
In a world of pure delight, Moments dance in vibrant light, Joy and pleasure, wild and spree, Life’s a canvas, bright and free.
By Solomon Walker2 years ago in Poets
family needs time ............ they love you ............ littel chit chat with them makes you happy ...... its like a home ...........
By zizoo2 years ago in Poets
In love's gentle dance, where hearts entwine, We find a mystic bond, so tender, so fine, A space where romance and distance blend,
girls are flowers ........... most beautiful flowers ........... they are blessing ............ hope .......... love for their parents ...........
Durable - ability to exist for a long time! A Merriam-Webster word for today that I have chosen on this day to rhyme. My rhyming time about this word on Saturday.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
We were lovers. You and me. But not anymore. Stop dreaming. Don't try to fix it. Stop hopping. Stop being nice. We were an item.
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
