Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Hunt for Your Heart I walked through the ruins of yesterday, where your laughter still clings to the air. The scent of you is caught in the dust of time,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
and then, it was over my flame, flickered out my spirit passed over as the grim reaper shout(ed) he made no excuses for the way that it ended
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
I don’t write poems I am possessed by the them I speak for those that are otherwise silent I speak for the nonviolent I write as witness to those hemmed in on all sides
By Atomic Historian11 months ago in Poets
I didn’t believe in forever— until you ran into my life like fireworks I didn’t know I needed. Your smile lit up the sky,
By Sahil Rawat11 months ago in Poets
moonlit silence sterling currents whispering ripples of majestic light resonating the dance of creation’s play across the backdrop
By Kristen Balyeat11 months ago in Poets
My love! I'm in front of you. Take me into your blissful dreams. Just don't make an obedient slave, Do not deceive and do not vow wings!
By Olaf Podolski11 months ago in Poets
Before the drums of war were born, Peace walked barefoot through the dawn. Her robe was woven from morning mist, Her breath—a prayer the earth once kissed.
By Alex Carry11 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is a tribute to my wonderful Muse and an example piece for my forthcoming November Challenge. The music is "Helen Of Troy" by Lorde
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 11 months ago in Poets
Loving you feels like breathing in sunlight after a long night, effortless, yet endlessly profound, as though my body had always known
By Printique Studios11 months ago in Poets
Only by taking it slow can you identify those who truly cherish you. If you want a healthy and stable relationship, don't easily accept someone's initial approach.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing11 months ago in Poets
In my dreams, I’m running towards you You’re just inches from my grasp And as I almost reach you I fall down, I collapse
By Gail Fredricks11 months ago in Poets
Unfold Me, Carefully I have been paper— creased into swans and ships, a pocket map to places I never meant to go. ¤ Edges remember instructions
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
