Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I changed your contact name three times, Then hid the phone under a cushion like it could smother the truth. ﹁﹂ In the grocery store I saw you
By Milan Milic7 months ago in Poets
Verse One Will you hold me when my wings won’t fly, When the sky that once welcomed me turns unfamiliar, When the air feels too heavy to lift me,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior7 months ago in Poets
Look like a goddess. Develop a terrific personality. Carry yourself like no other woman he’s ever met. Surround every emotion with guard rails.
By Daniel K7 months ago in Poets
hope is a candelight vigil of the waking mind, the battery of existence, a metaphysical pacemaker. allow me to show you
By Daniel K8 months ago in Poets
No. It shamed me to build you up. I am not a victim. Since when? ‘Nitz’…. Did your curl become a bush, of a thistle? Since when did you need definition?
By Kusauka Chimbe8 months ago in Poets
When The Sun Won’t Shine, And You Can’t Find Your Smile… When The Hurt Won’t Subside, And There Is No Where To Hide… When Your Soul Is Searching For Colors,
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)8 months ago in Poets
Friends, tell me— what storm lives within her arms? What kind of reckoning is that embrace, that final, beautiful collapse?
By LUNA EDITH8 months ago in Poets
The Seine seems to hold its breath, as if it fears waking the ghosts that linger. Our footsteps echo across Pont Neuf, as cold as the silver in your eyes when you whispered "stay."
By Diane Foster8 months ago in Poets
The Woman in the Window She watches from the upper pane when nightfall slips across the lane a shawl drawn tight, a tilted head
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
I was arid. I was a sandstorm and then you rose out of the heat-haze. 🔆 ҉ 🔥 ҉ ☀ ҉ 🔥 ҉ 🔆 Ardent desire compelled me.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡8 months ago in Poets
Shush Don’t Say It Shush. Don’t say it. She doesn’t want to hear it’s over. She doesn’t want to hear they’re over. Not yet.
I needed you more than I could say But you let it slip slowly slip away I can't play this game you started I can't keep turning up to be hurt
By Calvin London8 months ago in Poets
