Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The love I feel for my family doesn't behave in stanzas, never knows what language it is, is so powerful that I feel it in my bones
By R.C. Taylor2 years ago in Poets
I am a moth among butterflies You let your colors surround me In the swarm of your family. I thought I could be known… But a breeze swept you
By Holly Nace2 years ago in Poets
I miss the feeling of home. I miss the laughter of home. I miss the love of home. I miss her. I miss the nights we stayed up too late.
By Inae'e Aidoo2 years ago in Poets
Fields of lavender dreams Moonlight dances on the streams Wander through the scented haze Lose ourselves in endless days
By Sarby Salawie Luweleng2 years ago in Poets
i think i'm dying - Marcus told me to - and i think of me as human, too. i grow like a stoic man's secret chance, so far away, so anxious;
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you. You said you quit your job again? I'm pregnant, and you walked out? I found your stash of booze.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Poets
not every story has a villain no war waged, no heart betrayed sometimes, everything is right and things still fall apart.
By Marina Montenegro2 years ago in Poets
We had only been dating a month, You broke up with me over text, I was sad but not surprised, I couldn’t come over, You wouldn’t have me,
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Poets
Shreds of a soul scattered on the floor Piles of dust from my shattered heart Eons wasted, all swept up Trapdoor straight to the pit
By Tales from a Madman2 years ago in Poets
A decade has passed since I first heard your name, No more than a face in the screen and the mention of you from our friend,
By Sandra Tena2 years ago in Poets
I was once an orchid planted in your hand painted window boxes. Your love gave me life until my roots fell from your sight.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
All these birthdays I've celebrated on October 27th since 1990, only to realize I was Never born until 2020. October 15th, to be precise. A weekly
By kp2 years ago in Poets
