Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
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.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
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.
In the hush of a moonlit sigh, so deep, Where stars above and waters sleep, A single rose begins to weep— Its petals hold a dream to keep.
Will I ever be loved or cherished To be held by a good man Have I been too dismissive Or not interesting at all I try to be friendly and kind to all
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Poets
In the hush of dusk, a figure stands, A whisper carved by unseen hands. No face, no name—just shape and shade, A soul where silent storms cascade.
There lies an old secret in flowers so still, No face to be seen, yet hearts they thrill. The bouquet she held with fingers so mild,
In the rhythm of life, where melodies entwine, Good music takes us on a journey, divine. Harmonies weaving, like a tapestry so bright,
By FAITH LOVEYabout a year ago in Poets
closing walls and little light getting blinded by your sight in the show of what’s to be gave my all, forgot to see in the words of sweet, surrender
By Lyrical Logicabout a year ago in Poets
Once upon a time, there was a star— a goddess radiant— driven away by the hatred of her brother, Susanowo. Domination.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)about a year ago in Poets
The stars are embarrassed. Every single one. They burn not from nucleogenesis but with humiliation at the presumption of believing
By Fatal Serendipityabout a year ago in Poets
I once wished you knew, but I'm glad that wish never came true... this truth I hide is the very same I feel can never tell you‐
By JMabout a year ago in Poets
She lifts the flowers to the sky, so wide, As if her heart with them would glide. A scarf of peace, a robe of grace, No sorrow dwells upon her face.
