love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Her Epitaph
I can’t touch the hands of dead bodies .. As an empath, I feel the depths of their empty. Like looking down a dark tunnel, knowing there’s an end but not knowing if the end fell to the oceans floor or pulled us into the center of the universe frightened me..
By Charming_Menace 2 years ago in Poets
6/12/24
6/12/24 I am writing on a screen made of lost words and the day is Wednesday (I’m usually off on Wednesdays) / The hair on my shins is tickling me out of every trance (the ones that happen inevitably every fourteen minutes or so) and I have never been so in love with the life I am living (I love you) / I could be anywhere outside of these walls but I could never be without the breakage they leave behind / Little flames of devotion keep our shelves lit through the night (we’re both scared of the dark) (I love you) / I’ll tell you the debris is something my mother gave us so we can stay here until sunrise / but your hands tell me you will not be the one to pick it up (we can leave all of this behind us) / Outside is warm enough without glass-trapped intimacy a fingertip’s length away– what does it mean to be envious of her transparency? / What does it mean to be furious that mine is smudged with black ink, tarnished with oil and grease? / There are a thousand writers in my grave not yet dug and each and every one of them is begging for your love (I love you).
By Olivia Dodge2 years ago in Poets
Surroundings
This is the moment of life No request to die yet! It is like raindrops After falling there is no existence! ________________________________ Poetry:- Surroundings I have read, heard so many stories And I see them happening around me! One of them is mine too Which I live thinking That it is true and all The rest are stories around me! But this is also a story Which I am living Around these stories!-
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
