Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
We loved each other in unfinished sentences. Always almost. Always later. Our mouths learned the shape of “someday” but our hands never reached it.
By luna hart9 months ago in Poets
New Year's eve alone longing for a lover's warmth ball drops loud, heavy
By Tina D. Lopez9 months ago in Poets
Love Is Crap Love is crap, it shows up dressed as hope, with clean hands and a convincing smile. It promises warmth, a place to land,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
a cold so bitter my body no longer feels so, the heart holds on
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden9 months ago in Poets
you my I, eye u the ultimate Love is the I can't live without!
By Diana9 months ago in Poets
Appying the knowledge gathered in the past It doesn't make sense to go back It doesn't make sense to think about him Applying the feelings that are felt
By L.I.E9 months ago in Poets
The Tiger And The Rose The tiger waits where the shadows breathe, muscle and silence pressed into one truth. His eyes hold storms that never speak aloud,
BIRDS HAVE TO DIE SINGING ANYway, I have nothing but singing to share 🎶 out-of-clay body spirit soar over the salty eye waters
Introduction This is an ekphrastic villanelle inspired by another wonderful find from The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 9 months ago in Poets
How fucking lonely must I be To believe that I can see A love beyond the computer screen? / I don't even really know him
By CT Idlehouse9 months ago in Poets
He is my small heat, Warmth fills me when I hug him, I love you, Renard.
By Sid Aaron Hirji9 months ago in Poets
You think I’m hurting you But I’m destroying myself There is no health or wealth where I am Was it all a sham I asked you that way
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
