Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I— within the memories replayed I—sat and watched within my mind's eye a spectrum of experience beside my lover, my friend
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Hey, do you see me Did you read me Can you understand me Do you relate to me You feel me What you want from me I can give you more of me
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
It has always been fight or flight Always saving the tears for the night Always trying to escape survival mode Constantly feeling like your at a crossroad
By Abi Rose Travis2 years ago in Poets
My Heart Fell into Autumn Leaves My heart fell into autumn leaves, I tell everyone no one believes. I knew I had to leave it there,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Come to my window have a glass of wine you must see that I think of you almost all the time. -o- Join me in the garden
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
I'm grinning, blushing as I talk, smiling through my words, and your name is smooth, honey coming out of my mouth. I can't stop talking, gushing, ranting, raving,
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
Lonely Heart, A Lonely Mind I sit in silence, all alone, My heart feels like a heavy stone. The thoughts inside, they drift and sway,
Introduction A sonnet about being connected in the most special way The music is a piano instrumental called "Soulmate" by Andrea Vanzo
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
The Irish Nanny and Her Golden Harp My nanny played a golden harp, With gentle hands, a work of art. The strings would hum a soft, sweet tune,
Cynicism never wins, so I'm daring to hope for a purpose partner that honors The Creator and that sets my heart alight... Who knows? Good Ole' Jeff-The-Ghosting-Tare could one day walk out of the darkness into the light...
By Tiffany Gordon2 years ago in Poets
From birth to gravel, we all have a dream, a vision of life often portrayed fantastically on small and big screen dismissed—as the fallacy, beyond the grit—grime of reality
As I listen to the music, Writing a letter to someone, Telling myself "Is this bitch worth?" Stuck in endless thoughts, Forever in a bottomless pit.
By Matas2 years ago in Poets
