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Lists of the best poems and poets from every genre; collections of poetry from the romantic to the reflective, dark, satirical, nostalgic and more.

"Eternal Love"
As I wake up each morning, I am filled with love and longing. For you, my love, are always on my mind, Your presence, sweet and kind.
By Vocal Trending 3 years ago in Poets
"Morning wakeup"
As the dawn breaks and the night fades away, The world comes alive in a brand new day. The birds sing their songs, the sun peeks through,
By Vocal Trending 3 years ago in Poets
Perfume Collection
Dolce & Gabbana light blue when we swam in the pool. He’d twist my earrings and gave me his sweatshirt (sorry) while you made rumors
By Kaitlyn Chung3 years ago in Poets
Another One in the Books
I ended my shift at one in the morning, a brick of moneris slips in my hand. My heart deflated and dripped down my body alongside the sweat.
By Jamie Ramsay3 years ago in Poets
all the same things
here i stop and start: unearthed, emergent, made of particles. everything, i see exposed by photons, deceptively moved,
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
The Spark of Love
As our lips met for the first time, I felt a spark ignite within me. A flame of desire and longing, That only you could set free.
By Mr. Jerry 3 years ago in Poets
Welcome, 2023!
As the clock strikes twelve, A new year we welcome, With hope in our hearts, And joy in our steps. The past is now behind us,
By Nims3 years ago in Poets
Happy New Years : 2023
The New Year is here , Welcome everyone to 2023!! N - New beginnings , A new time , A New year. E - Everyone gathering in celebration , As the end of the year is almost near.
By Kailee Harrington3 years ago in Poets
101 Words of Life and Death. Top Story - January 2023.
The following are 101 words of life and death. Before doing this I set a few rules. The first rule is that I could not use any proper names (people, places, etc) and I could not repeat any words.
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Poets
My fav smells
The smell of hip high wheat, in the August heat. The smell of my horses mane, creaking saddle neath windmill vane. The smell of scotch in a glass,
By Owen Taylor3 years ago in Poets
ABC x 2
Once in a blue moon, see what I did there, I find myself making life harder. Ok, maybe a little more regular than that. Apparently, I can't just write a poem, a normal poem, rhyming or not without causing extra effort and undue stress on myself. Am I a glutton for punishment? Probably.
By Rachael MacDonald3 years ago in Poets
Hope is webbed in time
hope is Webbed in time Each occasion a spinneret Churns out The moon silk to earth’s womb, A vibration is sent out to
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets