Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I held you, bleeding, joyful and optimistic, 'til the snowy grave.
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
At the edge of a deep, dark wood I waited, stopped and I stared . For hours and hours I stood wondering... why was I scared?
By Krysha Thorpabout a year ago in Poets
Come, child, to prayer; the busy day is done, A golden star gleams through the dusk of night; The hills are trembling in the rising mist,
By Asif95683about a year ago in Poets
Love Died When You Kissed Her Love died when you kissed her the warmth in my chest frozen in a glance that wasn’t meant for me
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Flame curls, then bows to night, its body trembling before surrender, a brief dance against the dark. Ash drifts the echo of heat,
By Farhanabout a year ago in Poets
The poison kiss My lipstick bled. You kissed her, not me. I tasted the spaces you left behind. Her name lingers on your lips, mine fades.
Just as the world tilts forward on its axis, a subtle click in the chassis of the day, the road not climbing now but offering itself
In the heart of summer's gleam, Where golden rays and shadows blend, A tiny voice begins to dream, The cicada's song, its tale to send.
By cvbncvbncvtsghabout a year ago in Poets
You architect cathedrals on my spine, each vertebra a prayer you understand. In basement hours where inhibitions shine like broken glass, I study your command.
By DramaTabout a year ago in Poets
Did you happen to hear of a young Canadian by the name of Donna? Of literary fame, she should surely be, eventually, in my opinion
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
When you don't watch me, I stir unseen in distant storms, generate ground swells in silence— a whisper to the horizon, a signal beneath satellites.
By Tony Martelloabout a year ago in Poets
SAD The mail came. Your name on the envelope. Empty inside. Nothing. I wondered if you remembered me. Or if you ever did.
