Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Five Years Ago... You Passed Away, Brother. The Night before I was Holding Your Hand and Thinking about when we were Younger...
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Poets
I never stumble for long I learned a lesson not to trust today now I will plod on in my own way no hand to guide, no word to soothe
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
would you really want to know the truth about the words I never speak the things I’ve never told a soul the me that no one’s ever seen
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
sometimes i'm still in my mother's hospice bed, stroking her hair and holding her hand, smelling the sickness. i could smell her death, you know? smell it coming.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
“God removes the sin of the one who makes humble confession, and thereby the devil loses the sovereignty he had gained over the human heart” -Saint Bernard-
By DJAOUHAR SABRINE ALLALabout a year ago in Poets
Dear lover Idk if this is to soon I'll tell you straight up No procrastination it's already 8 in the afternoon I'm in love with you
By Nyricabout a year ago in Poets
The Lonely King They wanted what he carried, not the man beneath the crown. His name, his reach, the castle walls, the gold piled up, the power around.
When Rain Falls, My Memories Rise There is something sacred about the sound of rain. Not the kind that lashes the windows in fury, but the soft, persistent kind—the one that seeps into the soil and the soul. The kind that slows the world just enough to let the past catch up.
By Hamidabout a year ago in Poets
Hey Vocal, did you miss me or my poetic overkill? I missed the wild ride — the silence I tried to fill. I missed the tap-tap rhythm of keys at 2AM,
By verse voyagerabout a year ago in Poets
In dawn's soft glow, a sparrow takes flight, Wings whispering secrets of morning's first light. Through city’s gray sprawl and meadow’s green sweep,
By Am@n Khan about a year ago in Poets
S H A T T E R E D Inside my heart a shattered dream no silk escape no golden seam the mirror cracked the glass ran wild I stitched my silence like a child
I’ve been searching for a love as good as gold, I’ve been looking for someone to love and hold, I’ve stumbled over heartaches, there have been quite a few,
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
