Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
you come back. every goddamn night. you cut througt my dreams like an old, rusty knife, one that doesn´t even hurt right
By Javier about a year ago in Poets
If one plus one equals two Then me plus you equals love that is true My heart was once divided by two But became whole because of you
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Cotton tail is white, Pointed ears and that’s alright. He is my rabbit. 🐇🐇🐇 ©️Susan Fourtané, 2025 - All rights reserved
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Poets
"Honest" was jettisoned into the ocean by a man called "Chalat". Honest attempted to swim to an island. As he emerged onto the shore, Honest curled up on the sand.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
Your Bully Of A Dad You stand with your dad, like he’s some kind of king, but I know what he is, what he used to bring.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I am not the echo of others’ praise, neither the shadows of passing days. I'm the one who teaches the flame to burn. With every fall, I rise, I learn.
By Lajuk anjumabout a year ago in Poets
Liking is falling in love with one's merits. And love is living with shortcomings. Liking is giving up when one is tired.
By Lunaabout a year ago in Poets
Do you have any medicine for the grief of separation...? Dear Bulb, your sick. Have you heard or not...? The one who came, has he taken the heart or not...?
By WAQAS AHMADabout a year ago in Poets
It's the pain—I can't think straight. My mind dreams only in quatrains, Rattling, shattering, utterly insane. My hands go numb
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
Ode to the Octopus Beneath the sea where shadows swirl, Where coral fans in colors unfurl, There dwells a creature, shy yet grand,
By Gabriela Toneabout a year ago in Poets
"Money" can speed up time But money can't buy the time that has passed "Money" can buy the best medicine But money can't buy the strongest health
You didn’t leave like thunder, No crash, no final shout. Just a silence soft and heavy, Like the breath the world runs out.
By Daniel Henryabout a year ago in Poets
