Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
My Rejection From Love I opened my heart and it shattered, every hope falling like shards of glass. The words I whispered were not enough,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Roots dig deep, while branches reach high Spreading to the future and anchors to the past Our lives between the earth and sky
By Natasja Rose10 months ago in Poets
There is a place in the house where even the moon refuses to linger— a hollow corner steeped in dust and forgetting. It is here the spider works,
By Joanna Maxine Jack10 months ago in Poets
Not supposed to be thinking about him Every thought every day Making the light dim There's so much not to like about him
By L.I.E10 months ago in Poets
I Never Knew I never knew how lonely my days had been, Not until you stepped into my life and stayed, Not until your presence settled into my breathing,
It starts with your eyes, steady and warm enough to pull the ground from under me in the gentlest way possible. There’s a quiet in your stare
By Printique Studios10 months ago in Poets
So I guess the fortune tellers wrong Or I’ve been scammed for quite a song It’s like a karmic lesson Where my instinct didn’t match or was mess-in
By Susannah Peareth-Kinston10 months ago in Poets
My Child I watched you sleep beneath the fading light, your small chest rising with each fragile breath. The world feels heavy beyond these walls,
Snowflakes are small and white, like tiny magic petals drifting from the sky. Ice-crystal wings shimmer as they fall— too delicate for the naked eye to truly catch.
By Safiyah Sayani10 months ago in Poets
I loved you in ways that never needed proof, in the quiet refill of your water glass, in saving the last seat on the bus without announcing it was for you.
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
What are my roots and values? Are they the same thing or not? I think that they are the same... question that leaves me in thought.
By Adora Hooper10 months ago in Poets
There is something about a traffic light in the night; In the dead of night, when the air is still, and the streets are lit dimly by lights that never turn off;
By James Scott10 months ago in Poets
