Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Most people have overlooked a truth. That is, many things don't need to be meaningful. Eating, drinking and having fun do not mean wasting time, and being hardworking and enduring hardships does not mean being of great significance.
By Lunaabout a year ago in Poets
You want to see the sunrise each and every morning. Watch it slowly creep its way up the horizon— meeting the skyline. Bringing nothing but beauty and bliss to your soul.
By Will Sangalliabout a year ago in Poets
You strive to find your center but are quickly greeted by a hocus. Throwing you off course, you wander aimlessly until you see it, bringing you to focus.
Water is pouring down from the dark clouds above I feel it trickling down my forehead and onto my nose Wiping it away with my sleeve as I walk at this unholy hour
I carried my child in my womb for ten months... I fed him with my milk... I took care of him through sleepless nights... I was his first doctor...
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
I didn’t know I was searching for you until I found a way you felt like home. You were the quiet in a noisy world, the soft place I had never known.
By Fahad Khanabout a year ago in Poets
Love isn’t just the words we speak, It’s the silence that makes us unique. In every glance and every sigh, It’s the moments when we don’t ask why.
I waited for calls that never came, For love that wore your name. For words you swallowed whole, and promises you left untold.
She loved him like the sky loves rain softly, fully, without refrain. But storms don’t stay, they pass and go, leaving her heart to overflow.
In and Out of Love In and out of love I go, but this time it felt real I searched, I found—he answered the ache I couldn’t conceal
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
…As Clear as Humanly Possible. Smithereen nomenclature setting, off to Build-A-Bear. Doubt they’ll have the correct parts for the four horsemen.
By Willem Indigoabout a year ago in Poets
Remembering those fading dreams where he appears, Over and over, his melodic voice draws me near, My heart races when he sits so close,
By A.K. worldabout a year ago in Poets
