Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Of course! Here's a poem for you: --- **Title:** Gravity Between Stars We are not fire, but the slow, bright pull of two suns
By Gabriela Toneabout a year ago in Poets
If I sat with silence and I mean, truly sat, it wouldn’t take long for my mind to commit adultery betraying the stillness,
By Daniel Kabout a year ago in Poets
Love is not a garden of roses, it’s a sea. There would be tidal waves that knock you over, avert your path, and sometimes,
By Mansiabout a year ago in Poets
I left something, didn’t I? What else could explain this weight I carry but cannot name? My mind rushes through all I've held,
By Lou Holzabout a year ago in Poets
I'm a stranger to love. I know not of its irresistible pull, Or its overbearing embrace. Yet still, I don't fear how with it I will change.
By Jennifer Davidabout a year ago in Poets
Amid the quiet, a voice whispers, Seeping gently, touching the slumbering heart. Each word, like a melody dancing, Wakes the soul, calls to what’s been overlooked.
By Silent Soulweaverabout a year ago in Poets
Watches on nightstands And linens on lines Breathless in dreamland Searching for a sign Lost in the music Caught in your gaze
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
I gave you my heart but it slipped through your hands Fell to the ground like a house made of sand Now I’m picking up pieces in the cold moonlight
By Ali Waqarabout a year ago in Poets
We are Storytellers Bending pages soaked with emotion Etched in laughter and tears Yearning to create a place to dream A place to hope
Be good to each other when we part So that we won't regret it later Before we get angry, hate, Sad, depressed, or hurt someone
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
As much as the heavy rain fell in the middle of the night As much as I felt the cold in the middle of that rain As much as they felt that warmth from afar
I once held a sky full of stars in my hands, soft, trembling, shy, as if the universe had trusted me with its dreams, with its quiet hopes for tomorrow.
By muqaddas shuraabout a year ago in Poets
