Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Amanda Lovelace.. In the hush of the library stacks, dust motes danced a waltz, sunlight slanted, and a finger traced forgotten tales.
By bishnu prasad3 years ago in Poets
With gentle hand and heart that knows no guile, The ISFJ with Two's soft wing entwined, A loyal soul, with purpose to beguile
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
With gentle hand and heart that seeks to mend, The ISFJ, a soul of quiet grace, Doth weave a world where harmony transcends,
I'm sorry I left you. What I did was uncalled for. My actions were very disrespectful. I knew I was wrong. But I continued with her.
By Nelo3 years ago in Poets
Listen, my beloved...! These are days draped in sweat, Where the sun's scorching embrace Clings to the skin. Evenings unfamiliar with the caress of breeze,
By Creative Chronicles3 years ago in Poets
Ok, this is nothing new I've spent more time without you than I have with you Yeah, it's over Look at us both Forbidden fruit
By Frankie Martinelli3 years ago in Poets
I heard all of your favourite songs today I could feel your message as each song played If I could ask you anything I would ask you to stay
♥ To the sweetest souls ♥ Of authors, writers, bloggers, Readers, on Vocal~ If all you can do this week Is to simply just get through
By Kodah3 years ago in Poets
You could vanish. & Aba says: Yes— time to leave. Rarely now does he can & don tefillin. No temple to dovetail in an emergency—and still both believe
Neither our vices nor our virtues should take the poem forward. "They came and died just like they do every year. On the rocks."
This is from a welcome prompt from Poppy The Poet that you can join in here: I needed a reason to write something positive after my last poem and Poppy gave me that. I think the one I am writing about will see themselves here.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
Deciphering the odyssey of the absolved glee, I traced the bounty trail of light that no one could see. Embracing the silence of darkness as the solitude danced in the hours of plight,
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
