Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
It wasn't love, only a mirage trembling on the heated horizon of your hope. A cathedral of whispers built from borrowed tenderness,
By Nelo7 months ago in Poets
Today I started packing To walk away from my life The suitcases were filled Clown nose to the side My empty whisky bottle collection stared back
By Renessa Norton7 months ago in Poets
Perform your work Like a musician On my carcass That lays on the bed Uncover my head Cover my scars of dread Rid me of the look of death
By CotardDelusionz7 months ago in Poets
We walk a winding path through life As back and forth and to and fro The pendulum swings day and night And who can say what it may know
By Insinq Datum7 months ago in Poets
After the show, at the end of the day My heart sinks deeper into surrounding tissue My essence molds itself back into existence
By Oneg In The Arctic7 months ago in Poets
a woman’s heart awaits a single day each year her mind and heart filled with romance, hopes, and dreams but her lover is forgetful
By Alexandra Grant7 months ago in Poets
I haven’t met him yet. No hand reaching for mine. No I can’t wait to see you lighting up my phone. This is not a love story—
By Tina D. Lopez7 months ago in Poets
The Collection of Broken Hearts In the moonlit dark, where shadows play, A man collects hearts thrown away. With a sack on his back, he silently treads,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
I find daily on this journey It never is too late for learning That people come in many layers Different tastes and varied flavors
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 months ago in Poets
My six-year-old grand knows the color of my skin Is afraid for me!
By Denise E Lindquist7 months ago in Poets
With Valentine’s Day approaching, I ponder our lives, and the paths that led us here, how two trails, once separated, found each other.
By Minou J. Linde7 months ago in Poets
To love me, you will need to: 1) Plug your ears when I decide to sing 2) Hold your nose after I've enjoyed a curry 3) Avert your eyes (or just remove them) when I undress
By Niall James Bradley7 months ago in Poets
