Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Standing on the shore, I am desperate to drown, aching to wade in, split my spine against the silt. Swallow me whole, please?
By Dorothea Blytheabout a year ago in Poets
There is moss in my mouth. I speak in green Latin, my breath softens the glass, my teeth split spores and crush chlorophyll.
Don’t say anything yet—just breathe, like the quiet after laughter when no one’s ready to move. I saw you across time, as if memory could bloom in reverse,
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Me and my heart, we talk at night, In whispers soft, beneath moonlight. It beats so loud when I feel pain, Yet sings with joy like summer rain.
By Solene Hartabout a year ago in Poets
Not priests in shadowed, echoing alcoves, Nor therapists in softly cushioned chairs, The truest listeners this harsh world proves
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
You wore red, bold as ever, the Tijuana scarf wrapped twice around your neck like a habit you couldn’t shake. I showed up late,
By Jawad Aliabout a year ago in Poets
This piece wasn’t written to impress. It was written to confess. These are the questions that sit in my chest when I think about love.
By Devon logan Mark-Anthony Daniels about a year ago in Poets
By Nadeem Shah I. The Wind Remembers The wind does not forget It gathers our yesterdays And scatters them gently across the pines—
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Poets
I watched him laugh beneath the sun, A sound so light, a soul undone. The way his lips curled at the edge— A joy I never had to pledge.
By Testabout a year ago in Poets
She traces his lips with her fingers and there she lingers as she leans in to kiss his neck her hair spills across his arm
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Gone Without a Trace She gave him shoes, worn at the heel from walking roads he never knew She carved his smile from old regrets
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Grandad Was Crumpet Mad Grandad, he was crumpet mad and I don’t mean the ones you cook he was a naughty lad Granny took it in her stride
