Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Bigamist He kept two rings in separate drawers two smiles shaped for different laws one wife wore pearls and raised the roast
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Verse 1 We are primal We are tribal We are the hunger in the dark Slide next to me, slow and certain Let your hard shoulder claim my soft heart
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior6 months ago in Poets
he picked her flowers and laid them bare once sweet, now sour if one compared ravaged the field staining the soil completely peeled
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Poets
The scent of tobacco and salt, sun-kissed skin, sawdust steeped in amber resin. Sticky, steaming. He never quits on what he loves—
By Imola Tóth6 months ago in Poets
I’m tired of existing, of this body that lives without you. I'm tired of a pulse being the only signifier that I'm alive.
By Daniel K6 months ago in Poets
Am I Losing My Mind Over You? Am I losing my mind over you or is this just the way it goes when someone breaks in quietly
The Anxious Mind It doesn’t shout it taps a finger to the glass checks the locks again asks the same old question what if
Forget the rules you've memorized Unchain the weight you’ve compromised Shatter the mirrors of old designs And feel the wind that redefines
Verse 1 There’s a chill that moves behind me When the night gets too quiet to bear. It don’t speak in words or warnings,
I used to walk the straight line, Kept my heart tucked in its place. I measured every moment, Never let my pulse run the race.
Walt Whitman The Untold Want THE untold want, by life and land ne'er granted, Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.
By Iris V.6 months ago in Poets
searching for my soul in a world that seems soulless offering control to old lovers and old poets playfully forming worlds
