Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The fire burns in those last moments... That last breath as you pass the torch from flesh to spirit That flame burns when you have to say goodbye
By Connor Mudie10 months ago in Poets
Flames of Love The first touch burns with no pain ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥 Flames of Love That's where I see the truth of your burning love
By Mariann Carroll10 months ago in Poets
The Cosmic Hands Two figures rise like constellations, Outlined in light against a star-thick sky, Reaching for each other with trembling hope,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
The Burning Leaf of Love Two bodies lean into each other like a confession, Her head resting against his back with longing,
Emil Bulls .... hmmm.... was it the name? The sound? The video clip, the lyric, probably everything in one, but it was perhaps something more
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 10 months ago in Poets
a lone ember rose into the darkness, floating away in the night searching for some tinder or spark to ignite traveling for miles, a passion burning within
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden10 months ago in Poets
The night was slowly settling over the quiet city. A soft breeze touched the empty streets as a young man sat on an old sidewalk, a notebook in his hand and a trembling pen between his fingers. His name was Rehan—the poet everyone called “The Silent Writer.”
By Anas Khan10 months ago in Poets
Summer, loses its heat for you like a distracted lover, A star entranced by the cold glow of the moon. Only to return after finding out the greener grass was artificial
By Kristen Keenon Fisher10 months ago in Poets
I start with the way you look at me, soft, almost startled, as if love arrived early and refused to wait at the door. There’s a warmth in it,
By Printique Studios10 months ago in Poets
Cat Lovers Two gentle shapes meet in a quiet street, A black cat leaning in with bright, curious eyes, A white cat lifting her face with soft trust,
I came to a place where the words felt new, Where the streets spoke a language I barely knew. In a quiet class, on an ordinary day,
By Farhan10 months ago in Poets
I stand waiting for hope at the edge of December Still waiting on wishes that I made in July Do I still believe it ? I guess, September remembers
