Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Coal Dust He was born in 1919, in a world hard and dark, Where the sky was often gray, and life left its mark. From the start, the coal dust whispered his name,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
You Gave Me a Rose Garden, I Wanted Your Love You brought me blooms with trembling hands, Planted beauty in empty lands. Told me, “Look, it’s all for you?
Clean energy is mine. A pure, bright light emanates from inside me. Those who allow it to penetrate them from within feel its warmth and glow. It’s a warmth I once felt only from a strong drink—
By Silent Truth 8 months ago in Poets
For my fifty-sixth birthday my friends and I are wearing old wedding dresses. I am at a secondhand store, sifting through racks of prom
By Tina D. Lopez8 months ago in Poets
Has Anyone Seen Johnny Has anyone seen Johnny tonight? He left before the streetlights came on. Said nothing, just slipped through the rain,
I'd dream of you, darling. Warm dreams, rose petal soft With the smell of baking bread Wafting through the still image, The tiny little fairy tale of love.
By Silver Daux8 months ago in Poets
You swayed there planted under a tree. Boy the way you move is just heavenly. The way I strummed out of key, but you still sang along happily.
By Alora Jones 8 months ago in Poets
Monsoon Tears One word. That’s all it took. No thunder, no curtain fall. Just breath gone strange and nothing at all.
I gaze ahead at light flickers water draws breath my feet root The walls m e l t forming gothic wax piles at my ankles-
By Michele Nampalli8 months ago in Poets
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT LIFE: Turns on a dime....Makes it demands And waits for no one.... *** It entices the young to chase an illusion
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
Grandad’s Chair Keeps Rocking The rocking chair was rocking, though no one sat in it, Yet I swore I saw a ghostly glow quietly there for a bit.
Where I am loved, I will be borned, I will be born again, I will gain my ancestors; And my knowledge; I will change my perspectives;
By Erica Williams8 months ago in Poets
