Poems About Love Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about love published by members recently online.
Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 6:31am
8th Sep 2024 6:31am
Raindrops
As I take my final walk
Down to my favorite lake
The voices from beyond talk
Reflecting on my life I shake
Myself staring back at me
In the crystal blue reflection
My life and my history
And a thorough introspection
I see my reflection start to cry
My tears I try to splash away
Regret that made me want to die
Revisiting me this incredible day
The dark angry clouds form
Cutting through me like a knife
Then the water transforms
As I anguish at my life ...
Down to my favorite lake
The voices from beyond talk
Reflecting on my life I shake
Myself staring back at me
In the crystal blue reflection
My life and my history
And a thorough introspection
I see my reflection start to cry
My tears I try to splash away
Regret that made me want to die
Revisiting me this incredible day
The dark angry clouds form
Cutting through me like a knife
Then the water transforms
As I anguish at my life ...
#forgiveness
#gratitude
#hope
#love
#redemption
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Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 6:31am
8th Sep 2024 6:31am
Raindrops
As I take my final walk
Down to my favorite lake
The voices from beyond talk
Reflecting on my life I shake
Myself staring back at me
In the crystal blue reflection
My life and my history
And a thorough introspection
I see my reflection start to cry
My tears I try to splash away
Regret that made me want to die
Revisiting me this incredible day
The dark angry clouds form
Cutting through me like a knife
Then the water transforms
As I anguish at my life ...
Down to my favorite lake
The voices from beyond talk
Reflecting on my life I shake
Myself staring back at me
In the crystal blue reflection
My life and my history
And a thorough introspection
I see my reflection start to cry
My tears I try to splash away
Regret that made me want to die
Revisiting me this incredible day
The dark angry clouds form
Cutting through me like a knife
Then the water transforms
As I anguish at my life ...
#forgiveness
#gratitude
#hope
#love
#redemption
161 reads
0 Comments
Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 6:31am
8th Sep 2024 6:31am
Raindrops
As I take my final walk
Down to my favorite lake
The voices from beyond talk
Reflecting on my life I shake
Myself staring back at me
In the crystal blue reflection
My life and my history
And a thorough introspection
I see my reflection start to cry
My tears I try to splash away
Regret that made me want to die
Revisiting me this incredible day
The dark angry clouds form
Cutting through me like a knife
Then the water transforms
As I anguish at my life ...
Down to my favorite lake
The voices from beyond talk
Reflecting on my life I shake
Myself staring back at me
In the crystal blue reflection
My life and my history
And a thorough introspection
I see my reflection start to cry
My tears I try to splash away
Regret that made me want to die
Revisiting me this incredible day
The dark angry clouds form
Cutting through me like a knife
Then the water transforms
As I anguish at my life ...
#forgiveness
#gratitude
#hope
#love
#redemption
161 reads
0 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:22am
Yesterday 3:22am
hanging cranes
You fold me into origami
glaze me over, heat me up
call me porcelain art
hang me from the ceiling
and watch me spin
in this whirlpool of love
Your heart is a blackhole
and I mistook you
for something beautiful
when you were just a cuckoo
masquerading
as something wholesome
glaze me over, heat me up
call me porcelain art
hang me from the ceiling
and watch me spin
in this whirlpool of love
Your heart is a blackhole
and I mistook you
for something beautiful
when you were just a cuckoo
masquerading
as something wholesome
#lies
#love
53 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:22am
Yesterday 3:22am
hanging cranes
You fold me into origami
glaze me over, heat me up
call me porcelain art
hang me from the ceiling
and watch me spin
in this whirlpool of love
Your heart is a blackhole
and I mistook you
for something beautiful
when you were just a cuckoo
masquerading
as something wholesome
glaze me over, heat me up
call me porcelain art
hang me from the ceiling
and watch me spin
in this whirlpool of love
Your heart is a blackhole
and I mistook you
for something beautiful
when you were just a cuckoo
masquerading
as something wholesome
#lies
#love
53 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 9:28am
30th Jan 2025 9:28am
Sonja at 18
Sonja at 18
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
#healing
#love
#MentalHealth
#romantic
#sensual
64 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 9:28am
30th Jan 2025 9:28am
Sonja at 18
Sonja at 18
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
#healing
#love
#MentalHealth
#romantic
#sensual
64 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 9:28am
30th Jan 2025 9:28am
Sonja at 18
Sonja at 18
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
#healing
#love
#MentalHealth
#romantic
#sensual
64 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 9:28am
30th Jan 2025 9:28am
Sonja at 18
Sonja at 18
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
#healing
#love
#MentalHealth
#romantic
#sensual
64 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 9:28am
30th Jan 2025 9:28am
Sonja at 18
Sonja at 18
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
#healing
#love
#MentalHealth
#romantic
#sensual
64 reads
2 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 12:44pm
23rd Jan 2025 12:44pm
Seek
If you can't find love
anywhere
Seek it within you
...it shall be there
anywhere
Seek it within you
...it shall be there
#heartbroken
#love
#minimalist #spiritual
#minimalist #spiritual
216 reads
26 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 12:44pm
23rd Jan 2025 12:44pm
Seek
If you can't find love
anywhere
Seek it within you
...it shall be there
anywhere
Seek it within you
...it shall be there
#heartbroken
#love
#minimalist #spiritual
#minimalist #spiritual
216 reads
26 Comments
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