Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Your Roots Are Too Deep Your roots went further than I could survive, they did not stop where love should pause. They tightened around my days and nights,
By Marie381Uk 14 days ago in Poets
It is time for the transformation. It is not goodbye, rather a new beginning. There could be a small rally. That is a normal happening, a short delay.
By Andrea Corwin 14 days ago in Poets
Prayers for safety, prayers for peace,
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast14 days ago in Poets
He stands in the corner as an amalgam of every man I’ve ever wanted. He lurks in the darkness of that corner waiting for me to be ready.
By Amanda Lyons14 days ago in Poets
His hair was long, straight, and black this time. Usually, his eyes were all white with pinprick black pupils. The eyes. His eyes this time were all black shine, like a shark.
“Where there is love, there is no room for fear.” “The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.”
By Zakir Ullah15 days ago in Poets
Everytime I go outside, some person seems to think it's normal to work in the country I live! Everytime I go outside, some person seems to think I'm attractive!
By 365poetry15 days ago in Poets
They told me I was damned, but then they made me saved. Unholy. They made me holy. They said I was in pieces, damaged and afraid.
By Amanda Abela15 days ago in Poets
Sisters, brothers, we, disappointed, Jesus play, love, one life, not same
By Diana15 days ago in Poets
When The Sun Won’t Shine, And You Can’t Find Your Smile… When The Hurt Won’t Subside, And There Is No Where To Hide… When Your Soul Is Searching For Colors,
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)15 days ago in Poets
I woke up this morning, same like the morning before that, and the morning before that - will you LOVE me still! I woke up this morning, same like the morning before that, and the morning before that - will you LOVE me still!
we smoked old cigarettes, behind the barn got our stories straight, sounding alarms fell for those bad boys selling more than charm
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden15 days ago in Poets
