Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Heaven’s Quiet Seat Beneath the arch the heavens part a seam of light strikes through the heart the clouds roll back with thundered grace
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Sometimes I remember you crying on the couch beside me in your little basement after we watched Tiger King. You wanted to know you were good,
By Linden Carrabout a year ago in Poets
survival or wither endure or demise the bend of the road meets a weak alibi familiarity drops off challenged by being alive
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Maybe I should have been softer. Kinder in the approach of silence. . Maybe I should have wrapped you in silk Instead of burning ambitions and dreams.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
As the tempest raged outside The air was warm Condensation formed On windows and bodies alike dripping down the fogged up
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
A child blows on a dandelion The seeds scatter gently into the breeze I watch them d r i f t unmoved-- It only takes one hitched
By Michele Nampalliabout a year ago in Poets
There are people, there are relationships, where you know you should let go. But every morning you wake up and still ask yourself, "Should I stop this? Should I leave this person whose heart isn't with me?"
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
In the quiet hush of twilight's edge, two souls collide like forgotten stars igniting, their fingers weaving spells from simple touches, an alchemy born of laughter and stolen glances.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Red Rose in the Rain The red rose bends beneath the rain its petals whisper of silent pain I hold it close yet feel the cold
Love is a rose with soft petals of red, But wicked thorns are spread across its stem, Singing the sad melodies of the dead:
By I. D. Reevesabout a year ago in Poets
Instructions for Loving Someone Who Lives in Another Universe (with excerpts from The Dictionary of Forgotten Emotions) Section I: Warnings Before Use
By ALEX_BLACKabout a year ago in Poets
A breath, a spark, a whispered sigh, Beneath a fierce and copper sky. The tinder-dry and brittle grass Awaiting for the heat to pass,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
