Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Last Rose In a quiet village where the hills kissed the sky, there bloomed a rose, the last of its kind, red as a heartbeat, tender as a sigh,
By Numan writesabout a year ago in Poets
Listen to my heart beat Observe the way you make my soul sing Vision us together in each others arms Evening are amazing with your present
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
The grasshopper lies heavy on a single blade It bends with its weight Swaying in the breeze As the grasshopper rubs its knees
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
A Top Story Birth The top story now is written in fire through the streets like a restless choir voices rise and fold in the air
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Spectrum of Glass In a world of light, they stand so clear, A rainbow of glass, held dear. Yellow like the morning sun, Blue like skies when day is done.
I want to watch you at your strongest and when you're the best you can be. I want to be a safety for you, catch you when you fall, hold you when you feel weak.
By Chris Santiagoabout a year ago in Poets
Introduction These are a few words that came after spending some time with my Muse, The song is the beautiful "These Dreams Of You" from Van Morrison's "Moondance".
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
I miss your lips those that used to kiss me whenever I greeted them and those that became wet as soon as I licked them -----
By Patrick M. Ohanaabout a year ago in Poets
everything is different now. yesterday was there, while today is here. leaves crunch beneath my cold toes as i walk this forest path.
By Courtney Annabout a year ago in Poets
The fluorescent lights hummed my funeral dirge, a low, electric drone for the parts of me that died here, one spreadsheet at a time.
By Abu Zar Khanabout a year ago in Poets
You are still my number one among all I have ever met and was with You are still one of my first real loves You are still the energy of creativity deeply nourishes itself and goes on
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
I feel unfinished when it comes to you. The door was never closed; it was always wide open to new possibilities, so wide that we both lost ourselves in this diversity of life choices and paths in this wide valley.
