Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
We live in a world that breeds dolls made of porcelain and then throws them on the sidewalk until they’re shattered beyond recognition
By Mallory Rose11 months ago in Poets
Verse 1 I knew you in the lightning of your eyes, a home I had forgotten, sudden sunrise. You were the mirror that refused my lies,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior11 months ago in Poets
[Verse 1] October rain on cobblestones, Park Street under lights, I was strumming three-chord poems to the chatter of the night.
The Phantom of the Grave I walk under the moon that never sleeps, calling your name even though I know the dirt is fresh and cold
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Felt My Fist Hit the Wall You pushed me past the edge, you laughed at every tear, you wanted a monster, you wanted proof I was broken,
I saw the mighty wind blow hard when Eros, girded strong, Fletched his arrows, grasped his bow, blew horn low and long, And I, appearing in a dream, perforce did ride astride,
By Meredith Harmon11 months ago in Poets
Verse 1: I was cruising down the Rhine on a Tuesday, feeling fine, With a thermos of chocolate and my schedule right on time,
The Darkest Night, The Coldest Days I held on when you had already left, and I hate that about myself, I begged for crumbs like love was bread,
Moonlight, Out of Order Tonight, the moon forgets its job. Streetlamps hold a meeting, decide to take overtime, and pour their small gold salaries
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
Nibbling on her neck she cracks jokes I'm a vampire my teeth prove her right
By Daniel K11 months ago in Poets
You were always worth waiting for And I waited a long time for you I always felt there was something missing But what it was, I never knew
By Sara Wilson11 months ago in Poets
Echoes Wearing Shoes They show up after you— not barefoot, never. They lace themselves in the hallway, tap the baseboards, test the stairs,
