Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Long Spelling of Us We started as a scribbled note on crumpled notebook lines. Two letters trading glances in a forest full of signs.
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
It begins as a whisper— not from the trees, but from the air itself. The last leaves tremble like paper secrets, their edges crisp, gold fading to ghost.
By Erick Galaviz11 months ago in Poets
Dear Moon, The night she left, the house forgot how to breathe. Even the clocks slowed, as if time itself refused to move on.
i am d e e p in the f i r n neither {f l u i d} nor {f o r m} awaiting the s u n * by the l i g h t i f l o w
By Kristen Balyeat11 months ago in Poets
The mountain bike hangs in the garage, rusting and withering away. Sometimes I take down. Most often I put it back up, barely testing its pedals or
By Dean Traylor11 months ago in Poets
I can just imagine how you felt when I said that I would burn that dress, put it in the fire after keeping it all these years,
By Harper Lewis 11 months ago in Poets
I'm sure none of you are shocked to learn that I love to reminisce. Family stories and memories are topics I just can't stay away from. This is just me, poking a little fun at myself. I hope you enjoy and even relate to it.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
I watch her grow and hope the past will not repeat. She carries my fire, bright and impossible to tame. I promise her a love that will never know retreat.
By Autumn Stew11 months ago in Poets
What if the love you give is only borrowed time? I've known the way devotion turns and learns to bruise. I hold my breath, trust you, soft, fragile, and mine.
Streets ring hollow. • Millions of lights scattered throughout town. I feel that I am the only eyes to see them. • There is the buzzing of the still-awake machines. Diminuendo.
By Guia Nocon11 months ago in Poets
Unmasked by Rain The storm came down the narrow street, soft-footed, oddly sweet; It tapped on every shuttered thought and pooled around my feet.
A Drop in My Ocean You were a moment meant to pass, a simple wave upon my shore, yet somehow you became the tide, that moved the deepest part of me.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
