Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
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
Nomad woman walks the idled pale between the city’s concrete caverns— )⋆~→~⋆→ shrish—frsk—crunch… Shh— the hush and ever-wait
By Gina C.11 months ago in Poets
Bright blood gallops fierce and free through the veins of every Latin heart. The substance that fuels dance, and a burning passion for being alive.
By Marina Fortuño11 months ago in Poets
It began in the quiet, that slow exhale before the world remembers to breathe. You looked at me, and something electric moved through the air,
By Printique Studios11 months ago in Poets
It begins in the smallest way, your hand brushing mine as though it’s done so a thousand times before. There’s a quiet knowing in that touch,
[Verse 1] I gave you time, I gave you grace Held the door and saved you a place Thought if I stayed, you’d come around But love don’t grow in rocky ground
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior11 months ago in Poets
Our hands enmesh. Heartbeats sync. Thump— thump—thump— Minds shift toward a higher gear. // // Already, our world tunnels—
By Corvus11 months ago in Poets
My rock, my Love, My moon, I’ve always had an affinity for you, oh moon. Your beauty is timeless, ever changing, always the same.
By Julianne Tait11 months ago in Poets
She always had an affinity for the moon, He was usually there for her, And even when he wasn’t he left his presence known.
October is something of a magic trick She ties a ribbon around my neck and pulls it taut Just to watch the string separate
By Olivia Dodge11 months ago in Poets
We fell in love over the phone. Hours upon hours of calls shaped our future, pulled me in your direction, started on a whim.
By Kay Husnick11 months ago in Poets
I track you through rooms of memory, your laughter caught like scent on the wind. Every echo a soft hoofprint, every silence a trail gone cold.
By E. C. Mira11 months ago in Poets
