Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Love poems and hate poems always use the same prose, cause love, and hatred intermingle and elope; they coincide, coexist;
By jl wood12 months ago in Poets
The morning stretched across the grass, a stage of light where shadows pass. Small paws beat quick upon the ground, as Tobi spun to chase what’s bound.
By Dagmar Goeschick12 months ago in Poets
His hand found mine; the surge of that first touch, lit flicks of flame, and caused my heart to sing. He said ‘You’re quiet, why say you not much?’
By Teresa Renton12 months ago in Poets
I remember the way you smiled beneath the blue sky, in the rain we danced, under the stars we swam. I was your reason. Wasn’t I?
By Parvathy12 months ago in Poets
I used to swing a silver sword at midnight’s grumpy crew, But now I knit them sweaters, pour a mug of chai or two. When Doom knocks like a drummer with a thundercloudy tune,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior12 months ago in Poets
Oh, to be a worshiped Sphinx deft hands gifting warmth to my velvet skin pink and delicate 🐈🐆🐈⬛🐈🐆🐈⬛ I would settle for waking up
By K.B. Silver 12 months ago in Poets
To pinpoint when, I cannot remember, that my love for you soared like a rocket. Told you in the middle of December, my heart alive, plugged into a socket.
By Daniel K12 months ago in Poets
I could no more hold the back the hands of time than the ocean or I resist the force of your pull Bound together, forever, with invisible twine
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
Show me the shadows deep within your heart, The scars that map out who you used to be. Why hide the darkness I've seen from the start
By Phar West Nagle12 months ago in Poets
The Fear He Carried He told me once that loss had made him softer, that his father’s absence had carved tenderness into him.
By Jane12 months ago in Poets
The Easier Path It is easier to choose someone who does not ask for your soul at once, who does not press against your wounds
The Beginning That Wasn’t Gentle We did not begin gently. We did not circle one another with small words and careful steps.
