Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
And the night rolls along like a Slow moving train I gave you everything I loved and so much more My heart and soul and self esteem, down to my last pocketful of change
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
This ghazal beautifully captures the longing and sorrow of love, portraying a heart that braves the vastness of emotions like an endless sea. The poet speaks of an unfulfilled journey, lost memories, and a love that lingers like a haunting fragrance. The imagery of the moon, waves, and fleeting moments adds a mystical essence to this melancholic piece.
By heasb0012 years ago in Poets
This ghazal captures the deep yearning and stormy emotions of love and separation. It paints an image of surrendering to love like a wave crashing upon the shore, only to be left with longing in the wake of departure. The poet navigates the vast ocean of passion, facing both the beauty and the pain of devotion.
When you take my hand, your fingers sink into me and take root, Creeping through my body and wrapping around my heart. I look at you and smile—green branches sprout from them, and I bloom.
By Npoetry 2 years ago in Poets
The deepest, warmest brown eyes locked onto mine. The clock hands stopped, and everything around me began to move in slow motion.
It's buried deep hidden within a chest that's locked You'll need a key and to decipher the clues laid out in the hues of smiling eyes
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
It was Sunday, sweet Sunday I was washing the dishes when I heard it I followed it’s sound to the door It faded for a moment
By Mikayla Rose2 years ago in Poets
Our love’s like a guitar that’s way out of tune, Strumming disaster from midnight to noon. The chords are all twisted, the frets out of place,
By Tale Weaver2 years ago in Poets
Heavy is the grass that bends All glass breaks in the end Water washes all away The plants return in the light of day As mycelia conquer the hidden depths
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Choose yourself. Don’t let them be the reason you abuse yourself. Mental health is wealth make sure you don’t lose yourself.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
The Ghostly Lady of Hunger Hill Through mist that coils in moonlight’s chill, She walks alone on Hunger Hill. A shadowed wraith in tattered lace,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Richard Chamberlain Has Died In days of youth, my heart took flight, With Dr. Kildare, my star so bright. A hero’s grace, a gentle smile,
