Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Thankful for the pain of losing you Better to feel pain than nothing It reminds me I’m alive Heartbreak leads to new joy
By Ryan Burkey2 years ago in Poets
Her body was a garden, he'd harvest every day. Peony lips and rose hips, He would pick and pluck away. Come right in and help yourself,
By S.E.Linn2 years ago in Poets
You took all I had as an award, a trophy to honor ardor, but lacking adoration. I ask for your pardon, but I shall go now.
By Lizzy Rose2 years ago in Poets
Regardless of the time, beneath the starlit veil, Just you and me, our hearts begin to sail. In a realm where moments blend and dance,
By Ahsan Ahmad2 years ago in Poets
dedicated to sovereignty’s grace to starving what no longer serves me to the relief of divine embrace to only failing to feel unworthy
By adaiah ★2 years ago in Poets
I fell sleeping envisioning, imagining so deep, Of a night beneath stars where privileged insights we'd keep. Hand in hand we meander, the shore our path,
Glass dwellings could never sustain us My cool presence tempered your heat Until crack repairs broke me Fragile walls mirrored truth
By Marilyn Glover2 years ago in Poets
From out of nowhere you kissed me Like nothing I’d felt before I saw so many stars glistening At least a million or more
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
I found purple strands of hair in all the places I forgot to clean: couch cushions. floorboards. the box where I keep magazines
By Dane BH2 years ago in Poets
but we were two dahlias in a world made for sunflowers, together, we grew in each other’s light, planted seeds, sprouted buds,
By D2 years ago in Poets
winter snowflakes make me think of you, how you could never be made twice, the girl who coiled my spine like a spring, and a laugh as
Certainly! Here’s a poem about the simple yet profound joy of walking with a loved one, hand in hand: --- **Hand in Hand**
By Sathish kumar S2 years ago in Poets
