Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Forget the rules you've memorized Unchain the weight you’ve compromised Shatter the mirrors of old designs And feel the wind that redefines
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout 3 hours ago in Poets
Verse 1 There’s a chill that moves behind me When the night gets too quiet to bear. It don’t speak in words or warnings,
I used to walk the straight line, Kept my heart tucked in its place. I measured every moment, Never let my pulse run the race.
Walt Whitman The Untold Want THE untold want, by life and land ne'er granted, Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.
By Iris V.about 5 hours ago in Poets
searching for my soul in a world that seems soulless offering control to old lovers and old poets playfully forming worlds
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout 6 hours ago in Poets
The Day the Sky Turned Nice Again I remember that morning so clearly, when the sky softened and opened wide, no more heavy clouds pressing down,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 7 hours ago in Poets
she wondered what it would be like if she stepped into her poem would she appear and become or merely blend into the scenery
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout 8 hours ago in Poets
Introduction This is a dansa for two friends setting up home together. You probably know who I am talking about. The music is "Three Little Birds" by Bob Marley
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 9 hours ago in Poets
I seriously thought I was his type !? You know the person that is "BITTER" because I have NO fight !? I seriously believed I was her type, the miserable piece of "twat" that has NO home !?
By 365poetryabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Remember - I can't ... that's a word !!! Remember - I will never ... those are words !!!! Remember - you are NOT something ... that's the problem !!!
Perhaps the true meaning of "cherishing" between people is simply this: You listen to what I say; you feel what I give; and the efforts I make—even the ones you don't strictly need—you hold dear in your heart.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout 12 hours ago in Poets
The Weight of What Was Held She turns away from the offered key, her hair moving like a storm that refuses to settle, there is history in the angle of her shoulders,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 14 hours ago in Poets
