Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The stars above were calm and bright, They stitched my soul with threads of light. The moon looked down, a knowing friend,
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
People in Glass Houses People in glass houses, living shattered lives, they smile through thin reflections, pretending truth survives.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
If this world were mine, it would easily be ours. We’d be rulers of the Earth, and royalty to the stars. A life sustainable in nature, and walking one in step.
By Tiffiney Cornishabout a year ago in Poets
Daddy and Granddaughter and daddy taught us euchre. I love them with all my heart She preformed her part She was at theatre camp
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
The Silence Holds the Truth The silence holds the truth, not loud, not proud, it slips between the shifting crowd, where eyes glance once, then look away,
Smashing Glass It wasn’t rage that did it just something sharp and clear a need to hear the silence shatter close and near
I met him In the hush of a garden entangled with Ivy Where the air carried the weight of roses A silhouette of a man remained between the shadows
By K. Dominique about a year ago in Poets
I. first letter, the evening you departed Two people still set the table for me. The one at the other side of me similar to a query
By Shahjahan Kabir Khanabout a year ago in Poets
You look great in yellow, And you always smell amazing. It’s not fair how much you make me feel. All at once, each emotion tangled with the next.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaroabout a year ago in Poets
An untethered soul strolls through the wind No end Nowhere to begin Sinking and swimming with the tide Finding any place that will abide their vibe
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Beyond any doubt you will not break my heart but instead reduce it to microscopic shreds past recognition Quivering cardiac pulses
By The Dani Writerabout a year ago in Poets
— A poem about love, memory, and the inescapable presence of someone who once meant everything I tried to write a poem Without your name in it.
By junaid aliabout a year ago in Poets
