Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
We Began in the Uncounted Hours We didn’t tally the time— only the glances that slowed it, the heat between syllables in midnight hush.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
The Runaway Bride They dressed her in ivory, stitched at the seams with borrowed lace and someone else’s dreams She stood in a hush that hummed too loud
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Runaway Groom He waited in silence, sharp in grey polished shoes, no words to say The church door groaned, the aisle was long
The Runaway Children They slipped through cracks in the morning hush with pockets of bread and a quiet rush no goodbyes tied to trailing sleeves
In lands where silence speaks in storms, And sunlight hides from shape and form, There rise the arcs that pain has known—
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
I did not find the forest—no, I grew it. Not from grand design or divine whisper, But from earth-broken palms, From a silence aching for life.
I was Narcissus today Laying on my side Gazing at my phone Wishing To see To be Myself In your world Trailing fingers
By Aspen Marie about a year ago in Poets
I do not always speak the things that coil and churn beneath my smile the war just to exist, to breathe without a price affixed to every breath.
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
When I look across the trees, I hear music. A symphony of waves fills me as the wind moves the shoreline oh so slightly to the right... My right. A subtle rippling effect accompanies the breeze as deep evergreen becomes a brightened chartreuse. A layering of sound becomes visible as oaks lean and still stand tall against the bristling maples and rustled brush.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
Upon a pedestal carved in grace, Where shadows dance and stars embrace, A wand of power, old and wise, Stirs silence with enchanted sighs.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
In twilight’s hush, upon worn wood, An ancient tome in silence stood. Its pages curled with whispered age, Yet danced like spirits on a stage.
In a velvet night where silence hums, A magician stands — the showman comes. With eyes like still and stormless seas, He bends the stars with practiced ease.
