Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
In a house of dreams where love’s the glue, We embarked on a project, just us two. With a hammer in hand and a hopeful heart,
By Tale Weaver2 years ago in Poets
there's nothing appealing about the empty hands romance holds out in front of me nothing i can stand in the present, and no hope in what the future is revealing‐
By JM2 years ago in Poets
right in the middle of my ordinary chaos came out to play it’s freedom was wild and extraordinary prophetic, profound and gay
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
I don’t want to lie; my last relationship taught me A LOT (mostly about myself) but it also left me broken. I don’t think I have the capacity to trust, as I once had.
By Nomfundo Gumede2 years ago in Poets
Arsons to ourself and what we built Do you not carry equal guilt Was it I who struck the match You surely poured the gas
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Quite a quick wonder Hummingbirds, lovemaking, sweet Until thunder boom
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Introduction In this villanelle, I see Dragons as big things in life that must be brought to heel and under control. Only the most special people can do that, and my Muse is one.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Gently sanding her arm and frail hand Over hospital bed, I stand Humming because it fills space Watching neck pulse and face
In the quiet moments of the dawn, When the world is hushed and still, I find your essence in the air, A touch that lingers, soft and real.
By Shirsendu Chakma2 years ago in Poets
On worn-out pages, He wrote poems of her love. Every line a breath of longing, Every verse a piece of his soul. She lived beyond his words,
By Ghost2 years ago in Poets
In a daydream on a summer day, Our shadows dance together under the sun. The sky stretches like a blue ocean, And our hearts soar within its vast expanse.
By Pallabi Saikia2 years ago in Poets
You wear a FaceTime mask answering everything but what I ask. I think I love you. Your voice talks in my head but what if it’s white noise or just dead.
By Daniel Hooks2 years ago in Poets
