Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Silent, still, at trembling, full draw— I find you, sweet fawn— you are tucked, alone, in the brambles. Wild, bushy-tailed—aglow with ineptness—
By Gina C.11 months ago in Poets
Mystics and Magic Weaving of the light Tapestries of joy Wondering filling the air Increasing delight Smiles a flight Daring and dizzy
By Lisa Pulliam11 months ago in Poets
The Clockmaker’s Son He built small worlds from gears and glass, Each tick a song, each chime a prayer, He said that time was made of love,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Paper Kisses You wrote me letters, soft and kind, Each one a whisper from afar, You sealed them with your gentle hands, And kissed the fold beneath the star.
Introduction I think some of the things that we are always on the hunt for are happiness and joy, and if we are lucky, love.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 11 months ago in Poets
he autumn leaves are falling around us and the wind is blowing through your hair today again you didn’t notice how much i care
By Lya Chemaly11 months ago in Poets
I’m already sleeping better than I was and I don’t wish the world to burn I don’t wish burning upon anything even if it’s been dry
By Olivia Dodge11 months ago in Poets
... I am told that I am a haunted house, hollow boards groaning under ghosts, a draft in the corridor where no one lingers.
By E.S.Flint 11 months ago in Poets
Went from “no you hang up first” To giving each other chances Nothing is changing I think we should end it We can’t even remain friends
By L.I.E11 months ago in Poets
home never felt so much like home, unless i was home alone in my room, or climbing a tree, or swinging freely to my music in the backyard.
By kp11 months ago in Poets
My hippocampus has a leak in it, and every step I take spills out a form of you I’m forced to relive. It’s more languid,
By Daniel K11 months ago in Poets
Honey on the Wound You said the truth would sting at first—then sweeten where it should, So lay it bare, then breathe it in: put honey on the wound.
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
