Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Narcissist 2 In the mirror’s grip, he stands, A lonely heart, a cruel romance. Chasing shadows, lost in gaze, A world of beauty,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Eyes scan the field. All sound turned mute. The cheers of the crowd have gone missing. Feet dance with deception; which way to choose?
By Moni Martinez7 months ago in Poets
Verse 1 Horizontal scars run up and down her arms, Defining how she learned to calm her storms. She used to move through life with a determined stride,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior7 months ago in Poets
I guessed the size wrong She likes pointer finger rings Ultimate nerd ring So, when I was choosing a ring, I didn’t have a stealthy way to measure fingers, and had to guesstimate the size.
By Natasja Rose7 months ago in Poets
I am writing this like a letter though I do not know where to send it. ... The world has a way of misplacing the things that matter most.
By E.S.Flint 7 months ago in Poets
Bow down to the shine To body, to world, to fault spirit Let us be god! -No- and turned away pink cheek, Save yourself and save us!
By Diana7 months ago in Poets
Sometimes doubt slithers in, venomous as a rattler in tall grass, hissing that I’m too much and somehow still not enough.
By Tina D. Lopez7 months ago in Poets
**A rhyming guide to why certain fictional men live rent-free in our heads** You think we crave the conqueror, the king who takes by force,
By Siege A.7 months ago in Poets
The Narcissist The narcissist sleeps cozy, with his wife at night. He thinks he is rid of me— oh, that’s not right. He lied to two women,
After an End After an end, the road begins again, A quiet step where the old fire slept, Ash in the wind, memory breathing slow,
In darkness and in silence the old life is heard breathing. Tears undried patches the gaps in memories. Only words said beneath the stars and the moon.
By Katheleen7 months ago in Poets
Tonight I followed the voltage into the cosmos. Planets aligned, pink lightning veins curled across the dark, and a single silhouette floated at the center of it all, breathing, glowing, remembering.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
