Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
to hold your hand in mine is a gift and a promise, a little piece of paradise warm and soft, dreamlike love that I never imagined I could hold
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
Life is a black and white movie Without you. No vibrancy, No sound, No feelings To rustle up when the quiet of 3 a.m. Wakes me.
By LRB2 years ago in Poets
I used to believe in soulmates: one person, tied to you by an invisible thread. I found my person, and then I found my other person.
By Kelsey Clarey2 years ago in Poets
Through laughter, loss, and quiet nights A bond no storm could sever, For soulmates are not just made of lovers They are those who stay forever
By A. L. Benware2 years ago in Poets
1. I thought love was forever, but forever is just a word. People say it so easily, until they walk away. 2. You used to be my hero.
By PSYGENIUS2 years ago in Poets
Introduction This is a reimagination of my least read poem which you can check here and maybe change its status. The original was a villanelle so I have reconstructed it as a sonnet.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
The night is cold, When we are together, I feel warm, Arms around each other, While the fireplace glows, With us here,
By April Denise Stuart2 years ago in Poets
We are quite small, are we not? Specks on a spinning marble And just beyond our blue sphere The universe is so vast Right before I fall asleep
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Poets
The phone chimed, jolting me awake. I picked up and saw a glimpse of a bleak existence, That belied my mortality at its stake.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
We finally allowed the sun its death, An old red dog, put to sleep On the vista, rippling A vision, bent in colours of hope.
By Dylan Nicholson2 years ago in Poets
A heart that's fractured, sadly, weeps for a life that's altered, by the loss of what could have been. Wise is the heart that seeks to mend
By Pamela Walsh-Holte2 years ago in Poets
Cruise Ships’ Posers On the bow, they strike a pose, a moment grand—well, almost. Arms stretched wide, love lifted high,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
