Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Do you still pause for a moment hiding, just under your breath Aligning every component stories checked and rechecked Do you still gaslight with flowers
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
like a moth to a flame I crave the fire you give when you whisper my name I linger there, on your lips captivated yet free, I idly indulge
Your name breaks open inside my mouth like fruit gone sweet with waiting. I am hunger that forgot it ever wanted food. Some days you are distant weather
By Tim Carmichael8 months ago in Poets
Death Death came silent yet full of noise, Unseen by all in view. Sly like a fox, yet silent like a bird in flight, Its grip took hold tighter than tight.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Do the skies still align when he isn’t around? Do the clouds start to hang and scratch at your head? Do the streets come to a standstill,
By Hammad khan8 months ago in Poets
I refuse to change who I am. It took me a long time to understand what that really means. When I say I won’t change, I don’t mean I won’t make room for love.
By Latisha Jean8 months ago in Poets
flowery flowery nothings of spring and summer come forth from the seeds of fanciful hope hope dressed in the finest of fabrics
By Paul Stewart8 months ago in Poets
PUBLIC NOTICE: ALL-CLEAR Attention please. This is a public announcement addressed to the nervous system, the muscles braced for impact,
By Hannah Lambert8 months ago in Poets
The Locksmith’s Chair On the shoulder of the M6 gray, Where fog devours the break of day, There sits a chair, with iron vibes,
A tired dog sleeps to reinvigorate the loss of energy. A tired dog dreams to experience life without a lack of energy. An energized dog runs to recharge their cycle of dreams.
By Kale Sinclair8 months ago in Poets
For Sami, whom I studied abroad with in Cambridge, England. . You and I have both been at separate times the same being—
By Justin Keeling8 months ago in Poets
After you broke me, I sent a letter, a poem— After you broke me, I sent a letter, a poem— Screaming sadness, exposing my soul.
By Tina D. Lopez8 months ago in Poets
