Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
You will see the sunrise before I do. That's what it's like in the future. It's not Bluetooth controlled robots or flying cars. It's subtle.
By Isabella Nesheiwatabout a year ago in Poets
within light still I search to find what’s you a new day in breaks through in rain once more in spur again in vain it’s past before
By Lyrical Logicabout a year ago in Poets
Asking yourself why has become your personality Why did they say that? Why are they mad? Why did they leave? It is quite simple really
By Gunnar Andersonabout a year ago in Poets
I’ve never held onto something tighter Than when I was losing it Being abandoned Meant accepting defeat Knuckles white from holding on so tight
By Gail Fredricksabout a year ago in Poets
Driving Back to You The road is long and winding, its lights are far ahead. I keep my hands upon the wheel, and drive back into time.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
My brain is a branch reflecting on how lovely it was to hold you
By Daniel Kabout a year ago in Poets
I feel your absence in every wind that passes you were home to me
Dear Moon, my silent guardian, Tonight, your light drifts like a silver sigh across the world, softening the edges of my restless thoughts.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Poets
the silence of a breaking heart is like a whisper in the wind a tear cried in a in a thunderstorm a shadow in the dim there is no sound to fill the feeling
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
i sank with the leaves hoping the weight of my love would pull you down too
Does it ever feel effortless to you, the way you break the silence— not with noise, but with a sentence so precise that it rearranges the air between us?
rooted in soil that feeds the decay when blossoms were blooming, they were all cut away the veins meant for growth, often feeling betrayed
