Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
When the real world seemed a burden I sought refuge in fiction Where I found pieces of my own being Mirroring my soul Where I found him
By Priyanka3 years ago in Poets
Within a heart that seeks a world serene, A gentle soul, by nature shy and mild, The ISFP, with introspective mien, In quiet strength finds beauty unrevealed.
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
With gentle hand and heart that beats unseen, The ISFP, a loyal soul doth dwell, In quiet strength, on beauty's form they glean,
Separated by distance, Your absence weighs heavy, Yearning for a conversation, Yet you're occupied, I see. I revisit our old exchanges,
By Ming Xiao3 years ago in Poets
Daddy, may I please have more coin sized pancakes and can I pour That homemade maple syrup the neighbor made, letting us help
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
His presence was intoxicating before I even knew him. It was a captivating attraction and magnetic pull at first sight. Shoulders shaped like unexpected warmth, a small smile that promised a hidden sense of humour, and eyes like gravity.
By Poppy 3 years ago in Poets
In a cozy little corner, where the sunlight gently gleams,Three kittens nestled close, lost in their kitten dreams. Soft fur of different colors, eyes bright with curiosity,Their playful antics filled the room with joyful spontaneity.
By “M”3 years ago in Poets
Why would I tell you I love you when I could tell you the truth? That I have wanted you more than anything; that you were all I thought about for months.
By TheSpinstress 3 years ago in Poets
I don't know how to act around you, My heart races and my mind goes askew, Every time you make a joke with me, I can't help but think of what could be.
By esther hope3 years ago in Poets
I am not sure how I quite often seem to come back to this place, A place where I have so many memories of being forgotten.
By Nomfundo Gumede3 years ago in Poets
I watched as tears rolled down their face, At your burial, a solemn place. Men strong and proud, now broken and weak, For the loss of you, they could barely speak.
This land misses you, oh how it does, The closest thing to you, now just because, I care for it like you would have done,
