Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Christmas descends like a thief in snow, Stealing breaths where your touch used to glow. In streets adorned with lights and reckless cheer, I find the ghosts of love we didn’t bring here.
By Jhon smith30 days ago in Poets
You left a space where love used to flex, A hollowed chamber echoing _remember me?_ In vacant rooms where shadows now preside, I find the scraps of what we let subside.
By LUNA EDITH30 days ago in Poets
In the houses we once inhabited, Ghosts of us linger, unpaid bills. Shadows cling to corners where we laughed, Reminding me of love we couldn't fulfill.
By Luna Vani30 days ago in Poets
In the fracture of what we called _us_, I find fragments – a pulse, a useless hush. The scaffolding of love we built with bones, Now lies dismantled, where your absence clones.
Yellow or Blue Would I yawn if it was much longer, buy a horse instead . Sit tall and straight on its bare back looking
By Gerry Thibeault30 days ago in Poets
How often do you sit down... Just to experience gratitude? It seems to be a lost art in our world today... With so many people focused on what is next...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)30 days ago in Poets
Love Me Forever Haiku Smile like an angel love me forever my love never walk away
By Marie381Uk 30 days ago in Poets
Steps to Take When the Object of Your Desire Doesn't Share Your Desires Recommended by Neurologists * How do you let go of love when it's unrequited?
By Moon Desertabout a month ago in Poets
Eyes - windows to peek inside. In yours, I can see the warmth of your soul.
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a month ago in Poets
we were whispers, unspoken just collateral damage caught up in the moment emotionally disadvantaged set up for the fall out
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
Let it fester for a minute Let it simmer and bleed Let it fill with emotion Let it drain you of your need Let it cry Let it wimper
In the archive of skin where touch once lived, I find the creases where your fingers slid. Maps of you, worn like a traveler’s prayer, Folded tight where love was meant to linger.
By Jhon smithabout a month ago in Poets
