Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
There is a cistern on the roof of the church, and there is a pipe in the wall leading to a small cistern under the stove. There are two witnesses, one a teacher and the other a Jew.
By bishnu prasad3 years ago in Poets
My Love of mine You make me wish I could rewind time. So, I could have you in every moment, every memory. You have no idea back then how much someone like you would’ve meant to me.
By Gia Saint3 years ago in Poets
~Secret Admirers!~ When you look at me Can you see what I want you too? Can you see what's in my soul Waiting just for you,
By Jennifer Cooley3 years ago in Poets
In the quiet of her world, a lonely girl resides, Where whispers of solitude, softly bide, Her heart a canvas, painted with hues of blue,
By Muhammad Asif Ahmad3 years ago in Poets
Beneath the moon's shimmering light, You and I, nestled beneath a tree's canopy, Clasping each other's beating hearts tightly.
By Ming Xiao3 years ago in Poets
The Best Worst Day The truth of serendipity is that it is a moment stuffed with straw and angled mirrors to catch the light
By Mark R. Cieslak3 years ago in Poets
In the garden of hearts, where emotions bloom, Love whispers softly, like a sweet perfume. A dance of souls, in the moonlit night,
By Sorrowful Whisper3 years ago in Poets
You may be familiar with Real Poetic's recent challenge: Secret Writers. The prompt: Write a historical microfiction that takes place in the 1800s from the perspective of a slave in America that can secretly read and write.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Poets
I've tried to forget and thought I was still getting better in spite of you. But I only feel like I'm going back to what I was or rather who I was.
By Thomas James3 years ago in Poets
A gentle kiss, a loving gaze, here to celebrate a once embrace, In parting sorrows, a painless slumber, a life once full of endless wonder.
By Ashley Shiflett3 years ago in Poets
Sunlight paints cracks upon the wall, Ghosts of laughter whisper, then enthrall. Each creak of floorboard, a forgotten tune,
By Ivan3 years ago in Poets
Raindrops patter, a gentle tattoo, On windowpanes, secrets blur askew. The city lights shimmer, a distant glow, Reflecting desires the heart won't show.
