Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
If I could meet my younger self, I'd punch her in the throat And hope That the pain would linger. Maybe it would keep me
By Silver Daux9 months ago in Poets
Do Angels Walk Amongst Us Do angels walk amongst us, blending into crowds without a sound. No wings to give them away, no light spilling onto the ground.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Love did not arrive like thunder. It came the way morning does— slow, unsure, touching the edges of everything before it touched me.
By LUNA EDITH9 months ago in Poets
I did not fall in love— I learned its weather. How your silence could frost a room, how your laughter bent light the way heat bends roads in summer.
By luna hart9 months ago in Poets
Two hands. One pocket. Walking is awkward but I Lean into you still
By Annie Valenti9 months ago in Poets
I thought I had woken up when the light touched the wall in the exact way it always did, soft, familiar, convincing. The room knew my name. The floor remembered my weight. Nothing felt strange enough to question.
By Talha khan9 months ago in Poets
Don’t take advantage of love Can’t be in it for the benefits Can’t control how love is given Love comes with grace Abuses of love lead to fractured relationships
By L.I.E9 months ago in Poets
See here! Imma tell you about a woman that I will completely vanish From social media for! Told her one day that there will be an emotional explosion when I meet her face to face!
By Jay LeTron Dobbins9 months ago in Poets
I was excited to explore you. Not to claim you. Not to fix you. To move through you slowly, like a place you don’t want to misread.
By E.S.Flint 9 months ago in Poets
Sometimes even the GPS goes quiet when the road is straight, when every turn has already been accounted for. No warnings. No rerouting.
By Hannah Lambert9 months ago in Poets
The words I had written 9 years ago on a whim, Still reside in the dampened, yellow pages unseen. Few shall see my emotions unveiled,
By Syed Arabi Khalique9 months ago in Poets
The Black Sheep Of The Family She was the black sheep of the family, never as good as her siblings in their polished light.
