Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
In a world constantly speaking, shouting, and scrolling, there exists a quiet soul—a poet. The poet is not just someone who writes; they are someone who feels more deeply than most. Their pain turns into verses, their joy into rhythm, and their silence into powerful expression. Where others see words, a poet sees a heartbeat.
By falakabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers of a Forbidden Heart Underneath the stars where shadows dance, Two souls entwined, yet worlds apart. Forbidden whispers make their way,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Secrets That We Both Keep We sit here, words we shared, some that should not have been heard. Yet still, Secrets we both kept inside our hearts.
Like A Lion With Rabies Golden mane in morning sun, Silent strength, a kingdom won. Eyes that watch the shifting plain, Paws that tread where few remain.
My wife died last winter That's what he said to me Now my life is directionless I just travel for the company To see the mums with their little ones
By Sarah O'Gradyabout a year ago in Poets
In a town where the wind hums soft through the trees, Lived Durling, a soul at perpetual ease. He walked with a grin and a hat tipped just so,
By Md. Ashraful Azadabout a year ago in Poets
You said my name like it had a rhythm, like the syllables might spark if struck right. We were just standing in line for coffee,
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
That bond.. I have met many different bonds in my life Do you know But our nameless bond is so amazing No one has searched for me as much as you have
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
Lost in the Memory of You Shadows drift along empty walls I trace your smile in fading photographs Each room holds a pulse of your laughter
Everything Changes Everything changed. You changed, you moved on, left us to collect dream now over. where laughter once lived.
Who I'am..... I like it Hey hello In the middle of the crowd The guys laughed out loud at what he said... The shirt that was burnt
I loved so many And gave to so many And accepted anything from the many - But him I swear there was never one like him
By Jada Fergusonabout a year ago in Poets
