love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
ceasefire.
i wish more people could see that when i call for a ceasefire i am calling for the liberation of all of you, all of us, and all of me.
morgan leigh callisonPublished 6 months ago in PoetsChoosing What Could Be
The numbers on my watch aren't. I can't shake the feeling I've seen something like it before. But I'm distracted, Bright colors and giddiness surround me.
Stéphane DreyfusPublished 6 months ago in PoetsGave You my Heart
I gave you my heart, every piece, every part, With trust, hope, and love, I entrusted my heart. In your hands, I laid it, so fragile and true,
Haris HadzicPublished 6 months ago in Poetstime
i hate Time because i know she will make me forget how beautiful loving you was. she will wipe my mind with healing
In Lieu Of The Shadowed Queen
In the dying ambers of my fevered dreams, I have often witnessed a shadow creep above the window sills. What plan and purpose it carries escapes me,
Syed Arabi KhaliquePublished 6 months ago in PoetsThere Should Be No WAR
In a world where hearts are free, A place where peace is meant to be. No thunder roars, no cannons roar, In the realm where there should be no war.
With Me
Pause with me Breathe with me Wonder and imagine with me Think and ponder About nothing and everything with me When things are weighing you down
Paul StewartPublished 6 months ago in PoetsThe Blue Night
My love, the blue night is our domain, A canvas for our love's refrain. The moon and stars are our witnesses, As our hearts dance in endless bliss.
Blaze DaggerPublished 6 months ago in PoetsConnections
Fluid lines in cursive connecting letters in a row Seeping just beneath the surface leaving traces there, below A silhouette of wisdom
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 6 months ago in PoetsHe makes me feel
How can he even look at me? So close. So near. I feel his breath beating down on me. I feel his pulse racing in my mouth.
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 6 months ago in Poetso f f e r i n g
cool breezes stream through silvery skies darkness trickles across the land what was once engulfed in sunlight now held in night’s starlit hands
Kristen BalyeatPublished 6 months ago in PoetsMy Shiny Horse
I slide off of my horse's back I pull her into the stable I get ready to rub her down she's like a surface, like a smooth silk,
Denise LarkinPublished 6 months ago in Poets