Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Hear the sound of crickets outside, My heart aching like a twinge, Forever in torment I am without your warmth. The lamp post faintly glooms on a gloomy street.
By Matas2 years ago in Poets
Looking out there, Out to the abyss, I glimpse in thoughts, Out there you are for me. Our love has shattered, Broken into a million pieces.
Stubborn resistance Or just luck, holding on Piece de resistance When everything’s gone A fragile existence Hanging out on a limb
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Love is amazing and one of a kind. Love should always be part of our lives. It's amazing, and we should always keep it in our hearts.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
The Feeling The Feeling of those hallmark holiday movies filled with love and magic warms the heart The Feeling of those hallmark holiday movies
By Kelly Vedder2 years ago in Poets
Love? She laughs in the face of a half-hearted love, a one-sided attempt, Shrugs her shoulders at a love that’s subtle, insecure and full of secrets,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
Today marks the day that we were given new hope. A Divine baby. +++ No pomp, circumstance No royal midwiving No crafted cradle
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Let them miss you. Stop being readily available. It may seem like the right thing to do, especially because we’re used to being constantly connected. But making space is powerful, and sometimes that means rejecting every invitation or not immediately responding to every communication.
By Sumaya2 years ago in Poets
Recently I moved my mom in with my wife, daughter and I. I couldn’t be both happier and more wrong so I’m writing this piece,
By Bridge Theory2 years ago in Poets
I was waiting In the dusty hot crazy city Longing to hours to pass Gazing at the rusty hands of the clock The eyes blue and inviting
By Dinesha Perera2 years ago in Poets
"Which one of you will hurt me?" - Member of Dating Game Staff | Woman of the Hour *** here's a dagger --intricate, ornately designed,
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
This misty December, so tender, so cold, Its touch speaks secrets the night has told. Each raindrop whispers, each breeze conveys,
By mureed hussain2 years ago in Poets
