Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Verse 1 Before I knew your footsteps, Before I knew your name, I carried you in my stories Like a half‑remembered flame.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout 22 hours ago in Poets
The Jigsaw Ocean The ocean came to me in pieces, scattered like thoughts I could not gather, each wave a fragment of something broken,
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
I know you are in the underworld, And yet I still feel you right here, It's like you never left this world, As our mannerisms are so similar.
By Sid Aaron Hirjia day ago in Poets
She turns her gaze to heaven’s light, Too bright to face, too fierce, too white. She looks instead to fields of gold,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.a day ago in Poets
Leprous mouth like the moth front the light, I dared to open the throat of my chasm shameless riping apart my guts Uttering vibrations of your breath
By Dianaa day ago in Poets
toxic deceitful bloom bouquet of trickery beautiful insincerity false love
By Tina D. Lopeza day ago in Poets
What would be the reason I am awake at this hour !? I have NO desire to be with the world, to speak to people as if they had value!!
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
Luck is up Falling into place No debt Good living Health working Meds healing Toxic people gone Spring coming Rainbows out
By Seashell Harpspring a day ago in Poets
It's as though I am a Well full of love and those who come to fetch my water don't always sit on my edge Sometimes they leave and then come back for more
By Raena Skyya day ago in Poets
I was born in 1962, 1958, or even 1979 - clap if you have the same feeling !? I had sex at 10, 25, 98 - clap if you have the same feeling !?
***** December - 2025.... There will always be 24 hours within a day, 52 weeks within a year, and according to the calendar, it just doesn't seem right when none of us have taken our purpose and life goals into consideration.
A sage green flame so seductive, Not even sin itself could intercede. Your gaze ruins me, so destructive, My imprisoned organ begins to bleed.
By ~wren~a day ago in Poets
