Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I almost told you the truth when My eyes first beheld your ethereal glow When my throat closed up, heart pounding At the mere sight of you
By Andrew C McDonald2 days ago in Poets
I love denouement, the bittersweet poignancy of good partings, swim-drenched skin drying in the sun while hawks wheel thermals,
By Harper Lewis2 days ago in Poets
This flow requires ebb, absence marked by presence, cataclysmic love of literature, your voice still shaping me into more than Eurydice, songs
I fall up You fall in No plummet No nosedive becomes an epic. We did: water rising to meet sky, propelling us through the blues,
i sit for hours underneath your window me and the moon, just hanging around i found a sense of peace, out here, in limbo i caught a beat, but never made a sound
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 days ago in Poets
There’s only one logical explanation: I fall up and you fall in— no one can fall down this long, this far without accelerating, just drifting
I'm going to say it - I knew what you were going to say !!! I'm going to say it - I know what is in your mind, your thoughts ....
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
when the music was over, we danced in the echoes of the last cello, painting a new vision into the sky, a world where a cypress grove is better
Found but now hard to reach, Your so far just like the rainbow... Moments with you, are obsessively, resurrected consistently...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 days ago in Poets
holding my hand as we sit on the train her head nestled close on my shoulder squeezing my thumb as she did, once again like a child, whenever I held her
The open road—is anything better? I’ve never been afraid to ditch the interstate, find some gravelly ribbon wrapped around these forests, fields, and farms,
By Harper Lewis3 days ago in Poets
“Do you understand everytime we talk feelings forms?, she begged. “Then we can’t be friends.” he replied with eyes rolled.
By L.I.E3 days ago in Poets
