Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
My love, tonight I send my voice Across the restless air, A message carried by the wires That tremble with despair. The radio beside my chair Awakes with a fuzzy noise, A thousand scattered fragments rise And bury softer joys.
By Tim Carmichaelabout a month ago in Poets
Introduction This is for a great friend who loves her cats and her cats love her. The song is "Family" by Spirit, which is an absolute appropriate beauty
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Poets
I stumble out of bed my warm feet hitting the cold floor they crackle and they pop as I’m tiptoeing to the door messages in morse code, creating movements still unseen
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
Her eyes were lowered in bashfulness, A sensation melting like ice... Her breath was soft and still, She stood terrified, with no courage left.
By Tasneem Uabout a month ago in Poets
True unconditional love isn't about becoming the other person, but about respecting their journey on their own path. Many people misunderstand unconditional love.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 months ago in Poets
Goodby Our Child, Haiku Scattered ashes The final memory hurts Parents say Goodbye #Marie381UkWriter/Poet
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
should i depart early, my child, you will not have to look far to find me. i know it may seem daunting, but my absence is hardly an excuse to not go on with your day. still,
By kp2 months ago in Poets
As Death Drew Near As death drew near, the room stood still, No whispered breeze, no window’s sigh. The world itself seemed holding breath, Beneath a quiet, grieving sky.
The Time Has Come to Say Goodbye The time has come to say goodbye, Not with anger, not with regret. Just whispered words upon the wind, For souls are never easy to forget.
I won't write your name here. Love already is the prize.
By Tina D. Lopez2 months ago in Poets
Last call…they say, last call, last call Bottoms up, cheers and farewell One last drink that one last shot Just one last chance before it’s gone
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
We are sitting around the pool, talking about love— what we give, what we take, what we want. I’m tipsy enough for my edges to soften. Tom is looking at me when he says,
