Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
He loves me, he loves me not, I chant as I pick petals, one by one, off a daisy’s golden heart, watching them settle on the ground,
By Anon2 years ago in Poets
Unwanted Trophy A relic from a life long past, placed on a shelf, left to gather dust. Not wanted then, not wanted now, just a name in the quiet hush.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
I saw you for the first time again today... I could think of a million things to say. But I sat quietly watching, listening.
By Myxl Dove2 years ago in Poets
The Taj Mahal: A Lover’s Paradise Beneath the moon’s enchanted glow, where marble dreams in silence flow, a lover’s tale, both fierce and bright,
When I think of you, I think of gentle hugs, bright love. Passionate kisses that make my heart glow, leaving me wanting more—
-*- Long weekdays seems to exist for grueling campaigns against our own will; being stressed out, we can't complain, and simply surviving is a high rate skill.
By Alex Torres2 years ago in Poets
the light let in today, from fire in the distance. changing what i see. the shades of the world around me. the ombre of i's, where my eyes cast brightly. shade won't show without a solid surface to be seen on.
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
I met my younger self for coffee she arrived ten minutes late, I hugged her she ordered her favorite chocolate cake\ As I gulped her innocence through the lens of my present eyes,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
I am dying in my own imagination, Ecstasy overwhelms my state. Do not give me an answer right now, Or else I shall raise a question.
By Waqas ahmad 2 years ago in Poets
She is having his baby She is having his baby— the one thing I could not give him. My whole world is frozen, suspended in a silence so thick
One of my friends was married after she moved to assisted living (she is deceased now for many years). She was taken off her medication that managed her bi-polar
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
Somewhere Beyond The Desert Somewhere beyond the desert, where the wind hums low and deep, the sun lays gold on endless sand,
