Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Let’s Go Back in Time A journey so beautiful, lost in time, Let’s look back and rewind. You'll find that your companion, your friend, Was there for you, until the very end.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
The Secret The child’s teddy had a record button, For laughs and games, for fun and button. But one day, it was left on,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
________________________________ I live my life teetering on the edge of obsession and despair. Your words cut me like a knife
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
***I haven't done an unofficial Vocal challenge in a minute. But Lamar Wiggens posted a poem for the keeping it 100 challenge that drew me in and made me want to give it a go! Check out the link below!
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Poets
During The Fall, In the end of it all I will be tending my Garden, I will be Baking and breaking bread And quietly Watching the cities
By Bex Jordan2 years ago in Poets
Dreams and Tears A Conversation with a Night Girl Without Shame She was blonde, filled with blind femininity, A phoenix of beauty, whispering without a veil. She approached, whispered, and spoke, Words of madness, veiled in nothingness.
How would it be; When I see you On a trip? Or while a fight; Winking an eye; or hiding in tight! Would my dream ever come true?
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Poets
I beg my mom to get me every single stuffed panda that she and I can find my own young innocent hearted way of giving them a new home
By Isabella Walker2 years ago in Poets
on her name: the way your name tastes as it rolls off my tongue the succulent slowness of caramel dripping from my lips
By Sara Little2 years ago in Poets
i had the brazen audacity to take a picture of you when you weren't looking standing there in the depths of November hands thrust into coat pockets
Escape with me from the spy of heaven that seeks out lovers' trysts - Come hide away under cover of the moon for she alone keeps our secrets,
.Sigh. It just drains me out to talk about this. Me and you. And the fragile thread that connects us. At one end, I want this to work.
By Manisha Dhalani2 years ago in Poets
