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When Romantic Love Poetry Feels More Real Than Words
There comes a point in life when simple words are not enough. You try to explain what you feel, but everything sounds incomplete. That’s when I started understanding the real value of romantic love poetry.
By Abbasi Publisherabout 5 hours ago in Poets
You've Got It Comin' Back
i sit for hours underneath your window me and the moon, just hanging round found a sense of peace, in limbo caught a beat, but we never made a sound
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdena day ago in Poets
Resurrection - Tomb
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 365poetrya day ago in Poets
April 7th, 2026 - I Have Made It
I have NO children - yet they say someone will LOVE me !? I have NO money - yet someone will love me !? I have NO purpose - yet someone will LOVE me !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
Stars, Hide Your Fires
[Verse 1] My lord, word has come: the traitor is dead. He confessed his treason and mourned his disgrace. His precious life was taken as the spirits fled.
By Steve Lance2 days ago in Poets
Men Can Be Lonelier. Content Warning.
"What about the male loneliness epidemic?" "What about the high male suicide rate?" "What about the false rape accusations?"
By CT Idlehouse2 days ago in Poets
Thursday "22 October", 2009........ (please note currently 2026 is NOW) .......... 9:22 A.M. - I Can Cook, I Assure You, I Can Cook !!!
So I was browsing the internet, you know the usual thing !? Can you believe I have a "DIAMOND" ring !? It was placed in the cup, no the spoon - no the rose NOO the ........
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
I SAT ALONE ON THE HOLIDAY
written, created, edited by Vicki Lawana Trusselli & my little Sweetie Bird, punk rocker Even with all the horror in the world, Sweetie Bird has entered her full punk rock era, mohawk up, attitude sharp, tiny heart wide open.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 days ago in Poets
Time Is a Mother
Time is a mother with silent hands, rocking the hours we cannot hold, she hums in shadows, soft and deep, turning our memories into gold.
By Zain writes3 days ago in Poets
Foxfire
Copper in the low light Poison on a slow night Moment like a match head Praying I will strike it just right I gave you all of my good side while you showed me yours
By SUEDE the poet3 days ago in Poets
No Play
I. The quiet of the day as the sky grows shades of gray. That’s the loudest noise where once the Children would play.
By Dean Traylor3 days ago in Poets
"Fat" Organs - I Feel Embarassed, I Should Have "Dignity"..... 101 Lessons From The Worst Cases In Life !?
About 20-years old, I noticed I love pornography !? I wanted dignity, but some people choose sexuality !? Some people choose the things that made them feel important, spending time with a person of little to NO... .......
By 365poetry3 days ago in Poets