Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
If I had my time again Would I do the things I did? I’m not really sure, But one is for certain They cannot be retrieved
By Calvin London6 months ago in Poets
The Hour That Changes You There is always one quiet moment, That shifts the course of everything, Not loud, not marked by thunder,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Distance Between Who You Were There is a distance you can feel, Between the past and who you stand, Not measured in the steps you’ve taken,
The Edge Of Letting Go There comes a point where holding on, Becomes far heavier than release, Where what you cling to out of fear,
I almost told you the truth when My eyes first beheld your ethereal glow When my throat closed up, heart pounding At the mere sight of you
By Andrew C McDonald6 months ago in Poets
I love denouement, the bittersweet poignancy of good partings, swim-drenched skin drying in the sun while hawks wheel thermals,
By Harper Lewis 6 months ago in Poets
This flow requires ebb, absence marked by presence, cataclysmic love of literature, your voice still shaping me into more than Eurydice, songs
i sit for hours underneath your window me and the moon, just hanging around i found a sense of peace, out here, in limbo i caught a beat, but never made a sound
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Poets
Found but now hard to reach, Your so far just like the rainbow... Moments with you, are obsessively, resurrected consistently...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)6 months ago in Poets
holding my hand as we sit on the train her head nestled close on my shoulder squeezing my thumb as she did, once again like a child, whenever I held her
The open road—is anything better? I’ve never been afraid to ditch the interstate, find some gravelly ribbon wrapped around these forests, fields, and farms,
“Do you understand everytime we talk feelings forms?, she begged. “Then we can’t be friends.” he replied with eyes rolled.
By L.I.E6 months ago in Poets
