Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
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 EDITH14 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 hart14 days ago in Poets
Two hands. One pocket. Walking is awkward but I Lean into you still
By Annie Valenti14 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 365poetry14 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 khan14 days ago in Poets
Don’t take advantage of love Can’t be in it for the benefits Can’t control how love is given Love comes with grace Abuses of love lead to fractured relationships
By L.I.E14 days ago in Poets
See here! Imma tell you about a woman that I will completely vanish From social media for! Told her one day that there will be an emotional explosion when I meet her face to face!
By Jay LeTron Dobbins14 days ago in Poets
I was excited to explore you. Not to claim you. Not to fix you. To move through you slowly, like a place you don’t want to misread.
By E.S.Flint 14 days ago in Poets
Sometimes even the GPS goes quiet when the road is straight, when every turn has already been accounted for. No warnings. No rerouting.
By Hannah Lambert14 days ago in Poets
The words I had written 9 years ago on a whim, Still reside in the dampened, yellow pages unseen. Few shall see my emotions unveiled,
By Syed Arabi Khalique14 days ago in Poets
The Black Sheep Of The Family She was the black sheep of the family, never as good as her siblings in their polished light.
By Marie381Uk 14 days ago in Poets
We loved each other in unfinished sentences. Always almost. Always later. Our mouths learned the shape of “someday” but our hands never reached it.
