Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I’ve been collecting lyrics like lint and pocket change Faceless scattered spirits whispering their names Shadows dancing
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
I’ve Lyrics in my pocket and I'm caught between the lines No pictures in my locket my self doubt should be a crime I talk to my reflection
The clock hands turn, but time is never still, It slips between the spaces in my mind. I chase its echoes, bending to its will,
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
You smiled and the light touched my s-o-u-l You spoke and my pulse forgot to h-i-d-e You looked and my calm split like f-i-r-e
By Komalabout a year ago in Poets
Not Yet,It’s Not Your Time They said it would be simple, a quick repair, a gentle sleep. however darkness came, then something more.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I am the definition Of a heart out on my sleeve I am true loves, love letter More than worth the read What you sees' not all you get
He is calm. A stillness in a storm I won’t address. A storm that grows inside of me, But i refuse to confess. * His eyes are brown, perhaps,
When you need to find your courage When you doubt that you're enough When the world leaves you discouraged Stand your ground and call its bluff
I could travel to a million places See the views and endless faces But nowhere holds me I'm just passing through For where else can love be?
Dear Mother, We Forgot to Say Thank You We walk on you, barefoot and blind, Chasing clocks, leaving grace behind. Yet you hold us, warm and wide—
By Lokesh Kumarabout a year ago in Poets
In silence I withered, until your safety shrouded my Insecurity, - Words were quiet, but your name shouted through my Whispers
By Daniel Millingtonabout a year ago in Poets
This ghazal captures the ache of withheld longing—when the world continues, seasons pass, but nothing speaks the beloved’s name. The poet reflects on quiet grief, how unspoken words become poetry, and how absence echoes louder than presence. It’s a tribute to feelings too deep for sound, yet impossible to silence.
By heasb002about a year ago in Poets
