Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Does summer sunlight shine without heat? Does a tornado spin without air? Can __lightning⚡strike without a charge? Can Mother Nature paint without green?
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
Hold My Hand Dear Lord Hold my hand Lord I want to be your daughter a child you can trust when the storms roll near I do not ask for riches or crowns
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
My head slips beneath the surface, but it is not water that drowns me— it is thought. Heavy thoughts, dragging me down like stones tied to my chest.
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
The Moment Between Us Some moments in life are fleeting, yet they leave marks on your soul that last forever. It wasn’t a grand gesture or a dramatic confession—it was a small, quiet pause in time, a heartbeat suspended between two people that changed everything.
By Ihtisham about a year ago in Poets
I Know Your Dirty Little Secret I know your dirty little secret Mr Jones you hide behind your clever tones you smile at faces play your part
I still wait at the old station bench where we once counted trains, Where your scarf trailed behind you in the winter wind,
By Zidaneabout a year ago in Poets
Where are the nice men ? Where did all the nice men go The ones who smiled without schemes Who listened and laughed with ease
Internet Love Scam He sat alone with hope in hand searching for love he could not command a message came, soft words to bind
Rain Between Us Rain has a strange way of making hearts speak what words often cannot. It drizzles, it pours, and sometimes, it falls like fate—bringing people together in ways they never expected. For me, the rain came one evening like a messenger of memories, of longing, and of love I had never dared to confess.
His heart almost stopped as he watched her walk through the door, Her eyes shining brighter than any time before. Unable to focus - had she figured him out?
By Jollyoddbod Poetryabout a year ago in Poets
And when the sun hits the surface of the water- The surface of the stream- And when the light dances on the- why are you haunting me
By Trinity Habout a year ago in Poets
You were the first The first I could trust with my heart Now the world is tearing us apart And I don’t know what to do Because I’m not me without you
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
