Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
In the quiet dawn, when the world’s asleep, A dreamer stirs, a promise to keep. Hands that ache, yet hearts still strong,
By Ibad11 months ago in Poets
There was a time I believed the sky forgot me. Nights would fall, endless and cold, and I’d stare upward, wondering why the stars refused to speak.
By Zeenat Chauhan11 months ago in Poets
The automatic food bowl, feeds a dog I can’t forget Calls her name and I just weep, I haven’t moved on yet It’s a simple thing to alter, but I haven’t just because
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
A fire in the woods to keep warm, at first two missing mobile homes found in a devastating way We smile, settle into one another
By Michele Nampalli11 months ago in Poets
Laying on the cold side walk Staring at a black sky In distraught Admiring the few stars that shine I reach out Holding my hand in front of my eyes
By CotardDelusionz11 months ago in Poets
I Began the Search... I Sought to Find that Which Eludes Most... Who Am I? The Wise Men Claim that When You Understand Who You Are...
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHM11 months ago in Poets
God Walked Beside the Blind Man He lived in silent shadows, no sunrise touched his eyes. His nights were long and endless,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
A marathon is the toll you take On my mind body and soul everyday I’m tired and my body aches You gotta pay me in love For me to take a break
By Nicholas Taylor11 months ago in Poets
Oh, Keeper of my heart and giver of luminous light, How many nights will you pause, loitering, observing, while I wade upon the shore. Adding my salty teardrops to the raging sea.
Verse 1: We chase after the sunset, always searching high and low, Waiting for that magic moment to come and steal the show.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior11 months ago in Poets
Verse 1: On a quiet night, I wander out alone, With a heart full of whispers, and the stars as my throne. I find my solace in the glow of her light,
October 25, 2025. Today, she let go. Not with a speech or a slammed door, but in the hush that comes when something inside finally stops reaching.
By Nash Georges11 months ago in Poets
