Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Proud of Celtic heritage, Glaswegian born and bred. / The sound of the pipes, the infectious laughter of The Big Yin —
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Poets
THE RED STAR THAT WAITED It burns quietly in the darkest space, a crimson circle breathing fire. Thin branches of light
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Roots of the Unspoken Some roots grow deep, in living earth, but mine begin, where silence stirs. They rise from words,
There is beauty in you And in me Is it seeing flaws in the beauty? Or beauty in the flaws? Does it matter? We all see beauty differently
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
Always sounds grand in the moment An expression of hope To conquer every unknown valley and slope Little do we know that always means in all ways
I walked a path for many years I faced my storms and fought my fears In a silent room, I shed my tears. 🧱🧱♥️♥️🧱🧱 I held your dreams with steady hands
By Calvin London10 months ago in Poets
I still hear you giving directions even though I’m the one driving now. “Don’t take that shortcut,” you’d say, like you were allergic to chaos.
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
THE FAIRY DOOR A tiny red door waits in the roots, hidden deep in the green quiet. It looks harmless, bright and small,
My heart isn’t broken It's not wanting Not hoping Not waiting But prepared Prepared to receive it all All the love All the joy
By L.I.E10 months ago in Poets
I don’t know how I imagined this moment would go Everything grew darker and the room became cold I reached out for comfort with no one to hold
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden10 months ago in Poets
This Christmas Without Them Three years now, since Jimmy left, the fifth of December, still hits hard. And this cold year,
I’ve found self immolation only leads me to this place exhausting all attempts to keep everyone happy Evolving swiftly into the stage of decay
