Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The night is still, a velvet curtain drawn, And in its hush, a memory is born. I stand within an empty, echoing hall, Where shadows dance and whispers softly call.
By Xavier2 years ago in Poets
Beneath the fractured clock of passing time, we etch our names in dust on windowpanes— a cursive script of shadows, soft, sublime,
By Sanchita Chatterjee2 years ago in Poets
How could the lover be killed so far from the beloved, But in the face of your promise, this tradition did not exist. In the gathering tonight, your beauty was the highlight,
By Farhan Ullah2 years ago in Poets
I heard you are a bad girl, I heard your boyfriend is a gangster. I heard your brother is a criminal. I heard your father is a builder.
By Manthan2 years ago in Poets
Vocals of ocean Voices are screetching Silence is echoing waves are shivering Throat is quivering Noises are answering
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
She is a hot mess at times, But I love handling her, All of her curves and imperfections, Excite me to do something I don't normally do,
By Tambourine Man2 years ago in Poets
Natalie Goldberg's Writing Down the Bones Deck Prompts - Write a farewell letter. My Brother Tim My baby brother Tim Estey
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
I sat with death and he set with me, I asked why he took all he did from me. He laughed and said he could've taken more, I stepped back and asked why'd he do that for.
By Amy2 years ago in Poets
The Lost Lamb She strayed too far from mother’s call, Chasing silence through the fall. The field was wide, the sky turned black,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Sex on the Beach at Night Sand in my hair, salt on my skin, Your hands rough, rushed, pulling me in. The tide rose fast. So did we.
A painted in shadow, wrapped in gold, Stories untold, bodies sold. They walk with hips that silence streets, In heels that echo broken beats.
A sad life, woven tight with gray, Each dawn feels colder than the day. The sun, a stranger in the sky, Its warmth a whisper, faint and dry.
By SM TANVIR RAHMAN2 years ago in Poets
