Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
In sundown's grip, where shadows assemble, A kinship bound — so sewn by trust's fine string, However murmurs wind peacefully, sharp and sharp,
By MOSIE hazime2 years ago in Poets
She carries a spirit ancient as her name, eyes matching its meaning, a woman * of the woods, an evergreen, lanky as a a pine spiring to the heavens.
By David Muñoz2 years ago in Poets
Everything was fine and then, that song The one that played the day we met Your eyes, that smile, our first kiss Now the melody sings
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
The Weight of a Smile: When Sadness Visits Paradise A crack in joy, a whispered tear, A heart that aches, a hidden fear. The sun still shines, the birds still sing,
By inspirational poems 2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Invisible: A Poem of Silent Echoes In the corners of bustling streets, She glides, unseen, a whisper Among the shouts of hurried feet,
Veiled Whispers: The Enigma of the Invisible Girl In realms unseen, a silent war, A girl confronts what lies in store. A heavy heart, a weary soul,
No one told me it would hurt this much To finally feel that way, to feel ... in love Realising that no other times have been this
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
Beneath a sky painted in twilight hues, Their love dances to cosmic blues, Hearts beat in perfect rhythm, A song that stars christen,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Our hearts will pound with every moment we love. Our hearts will pound with every moment we say we love. It's not just a feeling; it's a life to live.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
Hearts once entwined now drift apart, lost Memories linger, shadows cast Tears fall like rain, healing starts Lessons learned, pain departs
By Special2 years ago in Poets
--------------------------------------------- Eternal Gaze In every life, through time's swift flight, Your eyes find mine, in day or night,
By Vinnu Rana2 years ago in Poets
Wounded Love In the garden of tender hearts, Cupid’s arrow strikes its mark, Not with gentle, rosy glow, But with a wound, deep and stark.
