Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I sit here drowning, lost in the wait, For words from you to unlock my fate. I miss you daily, a constant ache, A love so deep, it keeps me awake.
By Cai Fox2 years ago in Poets
A difference of taste Is a sign to our true fate Love has escaped I could be fake And act like we share the same interest, that could lead to a first date
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Come outside and open your eyes You’ll know spring is here, Not because of the blue skies But because of the flowers in her hair
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Oh, Cupid dear, you’ve lost your sight, Your arrows land left, when they should go right. You struck my heart, but missed my brain,
By Tale Weaver2 years ago in Poets
Stupid? No Sorry Not Me You don’t get to call me stupid— your words are shadows without shape, a voice I no longer turn to hear.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Gang Land killings. Oh My Child held my little boy last night, his small fists curling into my shirt, tears pooling in the quiet spaces
I wonder Are you thinking of me? Do you miss me? Are you thinking of me? As I write this? Are we thinking of each other at the same time
By CotardDelusionz2 years ago in Poets
Divorce hurts and wounds the children Divorce casts a shadow, cold and wide, Where once was warmth, now hearts divide. In silent rooms, the children lie,
I always have extra words, lost bits and pieces never heard. A small refrain or snippet of prose, left behind with no place to go.
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
The Scales Between Us We stand on opposite ends of the scale, Not as weights, but as whispers—frail, You, a flame with a soft golden glow,
These words rest quiet, sealed in time, folded soft, yet meant to last. A future voice from who I am, a whisper echoing the past.
By Gideon James2 years ago in Poets
She dug her own grave She took him because she could, yet I was lucky, I withstood. Six years on, the story bled, he murdered her, she’s dead.
