Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I couldn’t sleep. The night hummed with a sound I couldn’t trace. A buzz that lived in the shadows— silent when light approached,
By The Soft Witnessabout a year ago in Poets
Your smile, a spark so bright, Warms my world like morning light. Soft your voice, a sweetest sound, In your arms, my heart is found.
By rayaabout a year ago in Poets
Dear Black woman, You’ve been through storms, Carried weight the world could never understand— So let me take that burden off your hands.
By Jonathan Fields IIabout a year ago in Poets
Letting go is not forgetting, But a sacred act of grace Not a silence born of absence, But a softer, wiser place. It is not the loss of memory,
By Muhammad Mehebub Alamabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers of the Mountain Beneath tall trees where mountains rise, A lake reflects the painted skies. A boy kneels low in flowers fair,
By Mukhtiar Ahmadabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath the sky’s last golden gleam, A river flows like whispered dream. Tall weeds sway in evening's breeze, Snobar trees in quiet tease.
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for April 2025 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a year ago in Poets
Oh, how the heavens must envy the way she wears the light— not borrowed, not given, but born from within, a slow-burning sun wrapped in skin.
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers of Dawn In golden hush the morning wakes, Where tall grass bends and river breaks. Palm trees sway in gentle light,
Folded corners, creased with care, A letter waits in midnight's lair. Its breath is made of aged perfume, Its voice is silent in the gloom.
By Lajuk anjumabout a year ago in Poets
In the infinite blank I find color and shape ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ Monotone ambience Reflections of transience
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Love is quiet in a mother's gaze, A steady hand through childhood's maze. It's in a father's silent pride, The way he walks right by your side.
By mitty anegoabout a year ago in Poets
