Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
There was a season I prayed in pieces, faith held thin and often borrowed, hope stitched with grace, asking God to meet me quietly
By Hannah Lambert12 days ago in Poets
Citizen of the Shelf, This message applies to you. The one with the barcode of someone’s, maybe branded across your forehead.
By Andre The First12 days ago in Poets
In the silence, I hear your whisper A gentle breeze that stirs my soul Your touch ignites a flame that flickers A warmth that spreads, making me whole
By Luna Vani12 days ago in Poets
In the evening dusk, only for a while, the road became silent, facing the endless waves, listening to their melodious song,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka12 days ago in Poets
Winters Too Cold Summers Too Hot Winters too cold, summers too hot, nothing ever feels just right. We complain our way through seasons,
By Marie381Uk 12 days ago in Poets
If I could meet my younger self, I'd punch her in the throat And hope That the pain would linger. Maybe it would keep me
By Silver Daux12 days ago in Poets
Do Angels Walk Amongst Us Do angels walk amongst us, blending into crowds without a sound. No wings to give them away, no light spilling onto the ground.
Love did not arrive like thunder. It came the way morning does— slow, unsure, touching the edges of everything before it touched me.
By LUNA EDITH12 days ago in Poets
I did not fall in love— I learned its weather. How your silence could frost a room, how your laughter bent light the way heat bends roads in summer.
By luna hart13 days ago in Poets
Two hands. One pocket. Walking is awkward but I Lean into you still
By Annie Valenti13 days ago in Poets
How many children do you have, and why? ******* We can't ask these questions during a JOB interview - it's weird, and they will SUE us for some unlikely cause of discrimination!!!
By 365poetry13 days ago in Poets
I thought I had woken up when the light touched the wall in the exact way it always did, soft, familiar, convincing. The room knew my name. The floor remembered my weight. Nothing felt strange enough to question.
By Talha khan13 days ago in Poets
