Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
If you will not stay If you will not return to where you have been but not with me . If you must go on desert winds If you must let go
By Justin Keelingabout 14 hours ago in Poets
Don't ask the question. Not because you're afraid of the answer. Because the question is the answer. The moment you ask, you've already
By Destiny S. Harrisabout 15 hours ago in Poets
But there's nothing to be afraid of, even the night changes it will never me and you... Oh gracious! The earbuds faded away..
By P.A.Vinura Jayasankaabout 15 hours ago in Poets
Find me like a tale untold The faded pages of words unread Crafted by the love of a surrendered past Shrouded in a veil of dust that jackets me
By Simon Georgeabout 16 hours ago in Poets
When The Sun Won’t Shine, And You Can’t Find Your Smile… When The Hurt Won’t Subside, And There Is No Where To Hide… When Your Soul Is Searching For Colors,
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)about 18 hours ago in Poets
You are the light of my day. You are the moon at night. You guide my special way. You prove my heart right. * You are my sun and moon,
By Kendall Defoe about 18 hours ago in Poets
Hurt by Your Thorns I held the red rose in my hand its beauty caught me I could not stand the petals soft like whispered lies
By Marie381Uk about 22 hours ago in Poets
One look was all it took. I was hooked. Silver eyes piercing mine. Like stars dissolved into water. I stopped breathing.
By Minou J. Lindeabout 22 hours ago in Poets
Peace Floating In The Air Peace floats in the air like a breath not yet spoken, A feather unburdened by hurry or weight. It drifts through the quiet with effortless grace,
By Marie381Uk a day ago in Poets
Saturated Eternal ecstatic ecstasy respiring . Fullest life that is . perpetual me in intense feeling, full perception,
By Dianaa day ago in Poets
Your Roots Are Too Deep Your roots went further than I could survive, they did not stop where love should pause. They tightened around my days and nights,
It is time for the transformation. It is not goodbye, rather a new beginning. There could be a small rally. That is a normal happening, a short delay.
By Andrea Corwin a day ago in Poets
