Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
chart a course for i am the change in the wind a decision not made on a whim victory and success are coming in and the higher i sore
By ⸘jason alan‽4 months ago in Poets
She never asked for anything in return, Yet taught me how to rise, how to learn. In silent pain she stood so strong, Even when everything felt wrong.
By Muhammad Yousaf 4 months ago in Poets
You were not there. You didn't know how badly I wanted to see you again tonight. I searched for your presence in every
By Em4 months ago in Poets
A little note just to say, Whichever way each day turns, I am right here through the haze, Every night and every day. Although you have lost a lot today, you must also see the gain,
By Charlotte Eden 4 months ago in Poets
Life has rained on me too many times! I stopped looking for women who were just outwardly dimes. I seek substance and someone who has deep family ties! Someone who is solid and won’t judge me from the cruel things that make my insides cry!
By Jay LeTron Dobbins4 months ago in Poets
I let you play with my heart with your desires Kept making boundaries that you kept breaking and expected me to follow them
By L.I.E4 months ago in Poets
She Thought of Peace at 30,000 Feet . The plane trembled in the sky like something reconsidering itself. . A sudden drop.
By Nash Georges4 months ago in Poets
I threw a living pot at the door One of those orange clay If we wanted to be elegant it was terra cotta It hit, Smashingly
By Michele Nampalli4 months ago in Poets
When once I was admitted into the dry, bright, and smelly world, I cried. During the early years I spoke softly, quietly, and mostly to my mother. Among other eyes too sharp and faces too strange, I remained largely silent.
By Mary B4 months ago in Poets
I. I saw Beth from the corner of my eyes. All grown up, happy with children. II. She rounded the corner of the candy store
By Dean Traylor4 months ago in Poets
Here she comes, dressed in white Blushing, she’s a beautiful sight Eyes in the shade of Alexandrite She rules the day without a fight
By Mother Combs4 months ago in Poets
at first sight, i knew i loved you. but i didn’t know how to name it. i only knew that something in me grew quieter when you were near,
By Maj Forbes4 months ago in Poets
