Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
For the ones who crave what they can't possess, Who ache in silence, who want nonetheless. Whose hearts reach out to things far and wide,
By Shwet Prabha Baiswarabout a year ago in Poets
So, when men keep falling in love with women, They are men who keep their love! ❤️🔥 Which is why, as the days, months, and years tick by,
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
“Wearing a mask against reality, reduces the risk of harm.” People who are hesitant to live their lives often remark that There is a large crowd outside
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Poets
Dear Old Friends, It’s strange how everything has changed, and yet, in some ways, it hasn’t. Sometimes, I feel distant —
By @QUIETTHOUGHTSabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath the clouds so soft and gray, The raindrops came to dance and play. A puddle formed, so wide and deep, Where dreams would stir and secrets keep.
By mitty anegoabout a year ago in Poets
Another confession to try and help me heal, Expressing my emotions and telling you how I feel, Every time I close my eyes, I see images of you,
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
She walked like silence in the dew, The hue of the morning, a silence of stars, Not knowing what the world could do— She bore her heart, unarmored through.
By Lajuk anjumabout a year ago in Poets
The difficulties are written in a dusty notebook in the lines of some messy poems. Irrelevant the longings and the shrieks of quivering tunes on the strings of the violin! Staring through the open window into the stillness of the northern sky. In the final silence, the final mystery of the salt water is rolling!
By Jr. Majahabout a year ago in Poets
A Love Story Raindrops are falling, Spreading drops of water. The scent of love is spreading throughout the city, Is that the scent that has the whole city intoxicated!
In a field of many flowers They speak to me with their beauty To lure me I know they're covered in thorns But sometimes they're so convincing
By CotardDelusionzabout a year ago in Poets
I love listening to you talk Telling me your thoughts Going on without a stop or pause I love hearing the joy your in voice whenever you tell me things
I’ve learned to speak without a sound, To scream where no one is around. My silence isn’t empty — it’s full of weight, Of truths I chose not to translate.
By The Content Crafterabout a year ago in Poets
