Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Way I Begin to Burn I don’t react. I register. The moment you enter my space, something beneath my calm leans forward—
By M.max10 months ago in Poets
Couches and coffee and tin cups. Things with no wires enabled by touch. Books and leaves carried by screens. Paper mail
By Jason M Meyers10 months ago in Poets
bones afire Begging for the coolness of ash Smeared boldly on the face of the defeated Bravely tired As we prepare the race to be completed
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden10 months ago in Poets
I travel still and find a way as choiceful branches turn My path for now confined within the shell of your gray bark A newborn trail from root to fruit with every lesson learned.
By A. S. Lawrence10 months ago in Poets
I see what they say what love can do to a young women, I realize what can come into being that never first meant woven, The love that you once had is yearning,
By Rachael Frazier10 months ago in Poets
____ ____ one ____ You whisked me away just as the bridge's precipice danced under my bare feet. // // I don't remember falling
By Corvus10 months ago in Poets
I took my daughter Walking down the aisle at church And saw her saying Those simple words that mean she's gone. She was smiling,
By Alex Torres10 months ago in Poets
vibrant and saturated the colors of a true heart never fade gradients arrange and repeat the values lay broken a square of earth down ten feet
By ⸘jason alan‽10 months ago in Poets
i think to the old world, poor and scorned they were right to leave — back then, of course to a faraway future that beckoned before
By Simone Rocca10 months ago in Poets
They whispered when I entered, their glances sharp as knives— a woman with a history unwelcome in their eyes. But shame had grown too heavy,
By Hannah Lambert10 months ago in Poets
My family tree is an interesting creation, as ancient as any, I’m certain, but filled with gaps and empty spaces. * Entire branches obscured from view
By David Muñoz10 months ago in Poets
A Message to Eternity I wrote the words upon a page that trembled, the ink sinking slowly into fibres like memory, and the night leaned close as if wanting to listen,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
