Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Sometimes, the words live better in rhythm than in ink. Here’s something I created, a raw, visual poem I hope you'll feel in your bones. Let me know what it makes you think of, or how it lands in your spirit.
By Latoya Campbellabout a year ago in Poets
Your emerald eyes caught mine in between parentheses, your fingers slipping through sentences reaching for mine. You never asked my name;
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Having a daughter is like having a true friend, "a friend who is sympathetic And hugs us with all his heart forever, " A daughter is someone who comes to share
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
The Hunger burns from deep within, growing stronger about to win. The beast has been chained for far too long, passion building, growing strong.
By Oddy Hernandezabout a year ago in Poets
I remember how we slept with bears, named Clutched to noses in hopes of forgetting distances slept-over from home. Humbly traced fingertips, temples, cheeks
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
I have gone far To the past To the sweet memories of the times spent with you.. Today, when I see the beautiful places I met that day, my heart has become dark..
First love met... A breeze blew, and the war faded A wasp came and cried, the heart was sad A poem was composed, you died
When It Landed It came to rest, no sound, no stir. She didn’t move, just looked at her. No chase, no call, no sudden flight,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
It’s almost 3AM there’s a breeze slipping under the door the room is filled with darkness and I don’t know why I thought of us again,
By Glydsabout a year ago in Poets
It’s almost 3AM in the breeze, The room is filled with darkness I thought of our memories, Wrapped in sheets, I sank so deep;
Dreaming a Path Towards Reawakening by Anthony/Linonux I trace the outlines of a dream I can’t forget A silhouette of something more, not mine—at least not yet
By Joel Anthonyabout a year ago in Poets
Your smile is my entire universe. Your eyes are the mark of every prayer. Even that house feels like bliss when you're around.
By amar shaikhabout a year ago in Poets
