Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
It is time for the transformation. It is not goodbye, rather a new beginning. There could be a small rally. That is a normal happening, a short delay.
By Andrea Corwin 8 months ago in Poets
Prayers for safety, prayers for peace, Prayers that violence would finally cease. Prayers for realization, hearts made aware,
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast8 months ago in Poets
He stands in the corner as an amalgam of every man I’ve ever wanted. He lurks in the darkness of that corner waiting for me to be ready.
By Amanda Lyons8 months ago in Poets
His hair was long, straight, and black this time. Usually, his eyes were all white with pinprick black pupils. The eyes. His eyes this time were all black shine, like a shark.
“Where there is love, there is no room for fear.” “The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.”
By Zakir Ullah8 months ago in Poets
They told me I was damned, but then they made me saved. Unholy. They made me holy. They said I was in pieces, damaged and afraid.
By Amanda Abela8 months ago in Poets
Sisters, brothers, we, disappointed, Jesus play, love, one life, not same
By Diana8 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
we smoked old cigarettes, behind the barn got our stories straight, sounding alarms fell for those bad boys selling more than charm
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
You didn’t invite me to game night, though I sat beside you as you planned said you thought you asked me, said it must’ve slipped your mind.
By Tina D. Lopez8 months ago in Poets
She walked into the room with deliberate swagger contained and controlled, maintaining her calm With the potential of piercing her heart like a dagger
I'll tell you what I want so you can wonder about what will be and not what won't . I want to drink from your cup your everflowing cup
By Justin Keeling8 months ago in Poets
