Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Tattoos and tan lines Cigarettes and moonshine Weekends made for killing time Sweet barefoot memories Egg rolls and sushi
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
They came with backpacks full of grudges and pencils chewed down to nervous nothings, her in marbled silence with eyeliner sharp as strategy,
By Diane Fosterabout a year ago in Poets
I. The frost performs its secret ministry Unhelped by wind, a silent architect Of feather-filigree and crystal lace On every pane. The owlet’s cry, precise
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
The Tree Of Life No fruit I picked was made of gold no flame nor crown, no tales retold just quiet branches holding air and words I found already there
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Laughter echoes through the night air. Friends gathered close, no weight of care. Stories unfold, each word a spark. Lighting our hearts in the gentle dark.
By Am@n Khan about a year ago in Poets
In the cradle of the valley, where the river softly sings, Lies a village wrapped in peace, where simple joy takes wing. Mud-brick homes with thatched roofs stand, beneath the ancient trees,
You came like an old song in the middle of silence, like someone gently pressing on a wound not to hurt but to remind me
By Usamaabout a year ago in Poets
A garden of bliss A sudden hiss Flowers of every hue The frog jumps into view Time becomes slow An echo, “oh-OH!” Fountainheads
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
The Haunted Barn They said don’t go, that place ain’t right but I was drawn there late one night The barn stood crooked, slats all bare
With a whisper, a breeze taps me on my shoulder. A rustling of summer trees rings like a bell of nature, And the ever gold sun peers through the clouds,
By Syed Arabi Khaliqueabout a year ago in Poets
It’s been seven hours and fifteen days When we stole away, middle of May We took a drive and spent the day At the dunes sunning and splashing in waves
** It’s been seven hours and fifteen days Still, I can’t find the words to say I watched the hours all melt away From this human vessel of blood and clay
