Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
In the crucible of chaos, where shadows writhe, Humanity, a tapestry woven with threads of strife. Love, a fragile ember midst the tempest's roar,
By Vishnu3 years ago in Poets
Hold me Hold me like you used to Hold me until the nights turn to days and the days turn to nights Hold me until the the sun stops shinning, rising, and setting
By Tasmia3 years ago in Poets
Take a walk With me Through A garden Made just for Me and you ** ** ** ** ** One, two Just for you Three, four Makes you want more
By Mother Combs (Sharon)3 years ago in Poets
In twilight's tender, soft embrace, Where stars unveil their gleaming face, Love blossoms in a gentle sigh, A whispered breeze, a lullaby.
By Sargun Gill3 years ago in Poets
Dream Big. Have a dream that the world will be better and all the children to come in the future will see better. Dream big. Envision a world where the young and old don’t have to fight and equality isn’t measured in Black and White.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Poets
In the realm where shadows dance, A stoic man in love's trance. His heart encased in armor strong, Yet false love's siren lures him along.
By The Writer3 years ago in Poets
As I said, Baby, I Can’t see myself Doing anything right with this, Even when I Feel like it’s all Going well. How can
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Poets
All my life I've yearned for something just out of reach, Better than I had, better than I was, Could I do it? Could I have it?
By Misty Rae3 years ago in Poets
Image from The Prompt Write an abecedarian poem. I wrote a poem inspired by my Muse when we were together and I wanted it to be visual, but thought it would not be possible.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
When I think of you being gone I don’t think of grief and sadness I get a sense of relief and gladness To be free from you
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Your house is where you live It is the place where you store your things Where you eat and sleep But home Home is a state of being
“Revived” When I look into your eyes It’s no surprise I’m still alive Looking deep into those mellow eyes I cannot fathom a life nor strife
By Corey W Harland3 years ago in Poets
