Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
emotions are the catalyst where old or new feeling exists then doubt arises, the analyst leaves you smiling or clenching fists
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
Verse 1 We met like lightning meets the ground— No warning, just the sound Of two worlds splitting open So something ancient could be found.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior8 months ago in Poets
Verse 1 I used to walk the straight lines, Keep my heart tucked in its place. I measured every moment, Never let my pulse outrun the pace.
If you press your heart close to someone else’s chest, Give it time, give it breath, give it rest— Just Two rhythms start learning how to fall in line
[Verse 1] The last light of life began to fade In your dark blue eyes, where secrets stayed Mysteries and love, too deep to name
Verse 1 You don’t have to chase it down the road, Don’t have to beg a heart to stay. Love isn’t something you can bargain for,
They say that men have no feelings But I don’t believe that to be true If men had no feelings Then why would I do anything for you?
By Calvin London8 months ago in Poets
He Was Everywhere And Music Played Every Time we Locked Eyes… For A Second I Thought, He didn’t Want Me, And It Baffled My Heart…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)8 months ago in Poets
The wind was sharp that evening. Leaves danced across the empty streets as if running from an unseen fear. Zara walked alone, her hands deep in her pockets, eyes fixed on the ground. She had left the café quickly, leaving her coffee half-finished. Did she want to escape the awkward conversation, or was it the memory that clung to her mind?
By Omid khan8 months ago in Poets
Dirty Old Town The streets are thick with soot and rain a child stands waiting, thin with pain her dress is torn, her shoes are weak
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
My Whole world Turned Grey you betrayed me, cold words fell. Cold words fell, and light withdrew. I stand alone in frozen air.
A Friend with a Secret You were the kind that never asked for doors. You came through walls, quiet. The sort who sat through my silence,
