Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
YOU My kryptonite Drug of choice Addiction Calm to my rage Silence to my loudness Fire when I’m icy Heat when I’m cold
By Gail S.about a month ago in Poets
Reflections in the River I stand at the river’s edge, its waters moving relentless and cold, each ripple a reflection of the past,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
When you think of your problems today, Dive into the memories of a happier yesterday, So many anecdotes just a thought away;
By Binayak Khatriabout a month ago in Poets
I didn’t realize how cold I had been living They say neglected people are sensitive to warmth And I am starving for light
By Rini Mulani about a month ago in Poets
How could you be gone? So sure that I've left? Haven't you? Is that what you think this is? What, like it isn't a colossal joke?
By Silver Dauxabout a month ago in Poets
I love you in the quiet ways— the ways that never ask to be seen. In the pauses between breaths, in the cup of water left by your bed, in the hand that reaches back even when it is afraid of what it might lose.
By Luna Vaniabout a month ago in Poets
I start with the way she looks at me, steady, unguarded, like she already knows the truth I’m still learning to speak. There’s a kind of hush in that moment,
By Printique Studiosabout a month ago in Poets
I carry my dead with me everywhere I go. Their voices don’t fade, they speak, clear as a bell, like when my aunt told me to get my river house and we saw it that day, made an aggressive offer, and live in it now.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Poets
in the passenger seat the 2 a.m fast food fry salt lingers on my tongue, but not yours (it was so sweet of you to offer a ride)
By Simone Roccaabout a month ago in Poets
The Poet’s Pen Went Cold The poet’s pen went cold as ice he stared at words that would not play nice His mind went blank, his tea went stale
Why? Why does the world turn when I feel still, caught between questions I cannot answer, and why does the heart search for meaning,
Introduction The is an Ekphrastic Villanelle I discovered this beautiful artwork on Goddess Central on Facebook, here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Poets
