Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Even the smallest light glimmers in the dark Love is smothered by indifference, not hate Only by nothingness do the fires of love abate
By Natasja Rose12 months ago in Poets
I once saw words never written colors never seen heart rate quickens, breath impedes gaze of desire bewitched by mystic eyes
By Erin Garcia12 months ago in Poets
Monkey in Red She walks the path, her heels click sharp. A bag of fire, swings from her arm. Her eyes are stern, her mouth is thin.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Leaving me dry at my door step was the dagger Wet sheets on the night I gave you the keys was the build up Somewhere in the middle I lost your love
By Sender Jeannestal 12 months ago in Poets
My past is marred by love not true, by pain and loss not understood. So many times I tried anew - it seemed like tests were all I could
By Krysha Thorp12 months ago in Poets
My love is a love that sees me. Our lips, they are, duality. Speaking the sounds of our heartbeats wanting. They dance, quiver and fold; sometimes even touching.
By Mama Magdalene12 months ago in Poets
The Murderous Thought It creeps in dark, it bends the mind. It waits for night, it waits for still. It whispers low, it stirs the blood.
Dear Mama Luna, Though you gracefully greet us with your white carpet entrance night after night, I never tire of gazing upon you with immense wonder and delight.
By Sherie Ramos12 months ago in Poets
To the Silence That Saved Me I feared you once, Silence. You were the echo of absence, a room too large for one voice, a night too long for one heart.
By Yvey Essen12 months ago in Poets
in memory of the soul she was before, that foolish, hopeful girl who met a boy, became a broken corpse washed up ashore, for he shattered her trust, destroyed her joy.
By Mallory Rose12 months ago in Poets
Love burns like dawn, yet fades when night draws near, A fragile flame that trembles in the storm; Its glow a promise whispered soft and clear,
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Poets
Love is a language, but sometimes it’s spoken without words. We never said “I love you.” Not once. Not aloud. But every day, I showed you what those three words meant. Because sometimes, love lives in the small moments—the unspoken gestures, the silent sacrifices, and the quiet presence.
By Asif shah12 months ago in Poets
