Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
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
Overindulgent ambitions also damage the heart; the need to have everything makes life hard; when these dreams are dashed, the world loses its color, people stop smiling, and happiness becomes angry with us. subtitle
He was feo in cara, but his corazón was hermoso — and that’s all that mattered to her. Translation of the above English-Spanish haiku: He was ugly in face, but his heart was beautiful — and that’s all that mattered to her.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
"Even the words I'm saying now evoke your need. They smell better once you mention it. In your prayers, they scatter..."
Big days are easy, bestfriends weddings, birthdays, maybe even a christening, its the small days I like, the normal-mundane, the ones that are not all hip-hip-hooray,
By Charlotte Eden about a year ago in Poets
10 reasons why you should ''love yourself'' 1. There is only one person like you in the world No one else is like you in this world
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
The Silence of Now The silence of here and now breeds the of noise of tomorrow. Stillness piles up, a weight behind the eyes,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Ones Who Stay Are Friends Be careful who you let in close, Not every smile is what it shows Some will nod and play the part,
Believe that you will be stronger Have you ever heard that Life has its ups and downs. On the ups and downs... We will be happy in life.
Behind a canvas of a deceased artist... there was a note like this,,, You will know in the future.. That I gave my heart to you
Bitter, sweet, bitter sweet, You've finally screwed my mind, I look back on love left behind. Bitter, sweet, bitter sweet.
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
