Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
When Christmas Was a Manger Christmas was never wrapped in shining paper, It arrived on straw beneath a borrowed roof. No music played, no crowds stood waiting,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
I don’t need your apology. But I wonder if it lingers in your belly— an ulcer you pretend not to feel, doing damage long after the meal is over.
By Tina D. Lopez9 months ago in Poets
The Hour the Red Horse Waited The red horse stands among winter branches, pine needles breathing out old December air. Ornaments sway with the smallest memory of touch,
The Wicked Step Dad Please don’t run away he will kill you I said it too fast I think you missed half you’re fumbling with the window latch
Golden dayspring, two songbirds serenade, amidst the charming sunflowers, sweetening the nature so romantically.
By Hazel9 months ago in Poets
I keep thinking it’s you. I don’t mean metaphorically. I mean my breath actually stops in public places because someone turns their head
By Brie Boleyn9 months ago in Poets
Like an ember born A snowflake melted, your love Is a spark burning
By The Invisible Writer9 months ago in Poets
White or green Christmas It matters not where you roam Your heart feels like home
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden9 months ago in Poets
Darling, don’t fear change Embrace new adventures Without it life is mundane Full of mediocre, stale endeavors Let’s leap, plunge, and explore the wild
By Alexandra Grant9 months ago in Poets
December is drifting to a close Like a movie on a projector Reaching the end of its reel Flapping as one possessed by a spectre
By Mother Combs9 months ago in Poets
They tell us the veil was thick— not linen you could fold at night, not fabric that stirred when men passed by, but woven dense with warning,
By Hannah Lambert9 months ago in Poets
Snow-covered trees bend Your song floats across the room The world disappears
By KA Stefana 9 months ago in Poets
