Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
A person who stabilizes your emotions, opens your heart, boosts your confidence, increases your laughter, and ignites your curiosity to explore the world is truly worth your love.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
On this rooftop, where stars scrape the sky, I stand, a silhouette against the night’s sigh. Fear clings like damp mist to my skin,
By General gyanabout a year ago in Poets
Unfair love... At first, he had a problem with my little ways, Now even my poetry has started to displease. He used to ask, “Why are you always so silent?”
By _a_whisper_of_sorrowabout a year ago in Poets
O seeker, pause upon your path, and listen to the breeze, It carries tales from wiser souls who lived with gentle ease. Do not be proud of wealth or fame—they vanish like the rain,
By Mehran Amanabout a year ago in Poets
Morning Came Too Soon Morning came too soon a stolen night of love soft words caught in the dark touches that burned and healed
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
In a world that trembles, cracked and worn, Where dreams lie shattered, hearts are torn, A whisper stirs through fields of gray,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
"Come to Thailand with me." Came her quiet plea. We huddled in our hostel bed, curtains closed to the full room– far from soundproof.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
It happens in the quiet, A small surrender of balance- Like the breath before rain, Or the hush before a hand Finally lets go.
By The Omnichromiterabout a year ago in Poets
i. kiss the salt and skin of me one final time with reckless bloom and sunlight; * ii. decrescendo cricket-song of midnight’s breath
By Gina C.about a year ago in Poets
I See what I am Doing Now... But I Fear... I Fear that "This"... Is So Much Larger than Myself... So Incredibly Important...
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Poets
People always work to make money. Nowadays, people either work to have peace of mind or to earn money for their children. What matters now is inner peace, but money is more peaceful.
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Poets
It was deep winter where I was some days ago, I can still feel my hands shaking from the bitter frost on that moonless beach,
By Michele Nampalliabout a year ago in Poets
