Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Eyes Hide All My Secrets The eyes are the windows to the soul I know you’ll never see in mine. Shutters nailed with silence,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
I've learned nostalgia is a drug dragging us back, into our feels Those moments once swept under rugs till we've lost sense of what is real
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
love arrives in the silent moments, in the way you learn to forgive yourself first. ❤️ it teaches you that healing means accepting
By Tim Carmichael8 months ago in Poets
I used to stare at my hands and wonder if they were meant for anything. Nothing felt like mine, not my smile, not my voice, not even my mornings.
By John Smith8 months ago in Poets
This was written, created, edited by Vicki Lawana Trusselli I wrote this to escape the 2026 political atmosphere of hate. So, I slipped into a dream. SWEET!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 8 months ago in Poets
A mother who can't let go is a mother who robs her child of the external experiences in life shaping, growing all the while
By Lolly Vieira8 months ago in Poets
Here ye, here ye. What follows is either a code to live by, or just thoughts to consider; you decide, after all, it is your life.
By stone petoskey 8 months ago in Poets
Everything is beautiful, and everything hurts. Everything is beautiful, and everything hurts. The sun shines brightness on roses not meant for me.
By Tina D. Lopez8 months ago in Poets
you were born with a light a color inside, that shimmers meant to become a guide with unique sparkle and glimmer and then, life took control
Gratefull I learned, I found, I gained Heavy gold weight Pound per pound How much I could back carry. Oh, the words Hidd in my silence
By Diana8 months ago in Poets
I wouldn’t explain love with borrowed words— I would show you its fire, its truth. How can I hold you close when your heart belongs to another?
By LUNA EDITH8 months ago in Poets
She comes without footsteps, slips through the unlocked doors of my sleep, a hush moving through corridors I never meant to build.
By Luna Vani8 months ago in Poets
