Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Wolves at the Teacup They come politely at first— breath like winter on the saucer’s lip, ears pricked to the rattle of a spoon.
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
My eyes always wanted to see you, But when I saw you, I act like I didn't see you, Not because my eyes didn't want to see you,
By Sarah Maleem11 months ago in Poets
kissing you is rushing blood the full moon pulling at the tides breathless, undulating highs hypnotic, transcendental love
By Stella11 months ago in Poets
I follow my heart Like a leaf in the wind Going with the flow even if I don’t know Which way I’ll go Constantly pulled from left to right
By Taymaraeè Triplett11 months ago in Poets
Poetry of the Hunt In silent dawn, the shadows creep, Feet on the earth, where secrets sleep. A whisper in the wind’s soft call,
By Press Release 11 months ago in Poets
I woke up in that dream again, last night Where I was wandering down memory lane The scenery was set in black and white And everyone I saw there, knew my name
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
Her Father Loved Her, Her Mother Was Her Friend Her father taught her to stand tall, her mother showed her how to bend without breaking.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Once, I believed in love. Twice, I did believe in love. Thirsty, Rain from above. I saw her walking, Sweaty, Yet beautiful as a dove.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH11 months ago in Poets
The mirror that once reflected the bloom of youth, now fogs. The heat fades, crossed by cool changes, surrendering its moment in the sun.
Verse 1 Underneath the starlit sky, With dreams that soar and never die, We whisper softly, hearts in tune, In this moment, just me and you.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior11 months ago in Poets
You arrive in my world like a pulse of light that spills through the cracks of an old room, steady yet startling, both familiar and new.
By Printique Studios11 months ago in Poets
Has there been a time when you were not? How many lifetimes have we waited to be in this moment, longing to be the object of your affection.
