Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Shifty, icy blue eyes still haunt my sober conscience. His masculine silhouette outlined in my doorway, In our frequent bar visits.
By Jessica Varvilabout a year ago in Poets
In a meadow kissed by morning light, A blossom stands in silent might, Its petals brushed with amethyst hue, Cradling gold in drops of dew.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
In morning’s hush, where whispers weave, A blossom stands with threads of eve. Petals painted—fire and gold, A tale of dawn in silence told.
Perched above the winding blue, Where morning paints the world anew, The eagle stands in solemn grace, A monarch with a timeless face.
A halo glows in heaven’s dome, Above the Earth, our fragile home, The sun — a sentinel so bright, Bathes us in its ageless light.
The Girl Who Stuck a Sweet Up Her Nose She said it was cherry but we’ll never be sure She jammed it in sideways, a bold little blur
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Pink SkY The sky was pink but felt like grey. A laugh got caught and slipped away. The tea went cold. I drank it still.
I wasn't built for eye contact or sharing uncomfortable truths But I'm ready to let go of that and unlock that grip from you
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
desire of my own, like wood rotting beneath the baseboards of all the lobby bars and smoke-filled taverns that I could be carousing in.
By Dakota Nateabout a year ago in Poets
Imagine if your heart didn’t just feel—but painted. What if every moment of joy stained your fingertips yellow? Every wave of sadness turned your breath blue?
By Hilal Hussainabout a year ago in Poets
13 Was my year of cringe. Writing secret love notes, With “come hither” origami. I first saw you on a walk. You were playing Yu-gi-oh with your friends.
The beach. The beginning and the end. The alpha and omega. The waves showcasing their power, Onto the submissive sand. The night,
