Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
the smell of the puddles calls me to play, i stomp and i giggle enjoying the day the sun warms my skin with its soft, gentle rays, making me happy the clouds found me today
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
I see the costumes and decorations. Did you hear that? It’s October celebration. Unhand me. I love the taste of candy. I also smell it through the bag, no brag, but
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
I brace as another shockingly sharp flash fills the room, a momentary tear through the skies above before darkness engulfs me.
By Sian N. Clutton2 years ago in Poets
I ponder over the hues of the zealous beauty of the sky, In the yonder of nothingness, time in its mirth passes by. The heavens and the earth, the kindness and the ugliness both coincide with their fate,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
He wasn't worth it But he touched me like it was the last thing he was gonna do in his life I couldn't resist to the look he gave me with his sparkling green eyes
By JAMR2 years ago in Poets
We free our minds. We free our hearts. We say we love. And with every day we love. We stay in love. We never stop loving.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
I loved you but I didn't know how to show it I always seemed to blow it. I loved you your patience and trust but as usual
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
Smile above me Say that you love me Tell me you want All the parts That are ugly ❤️🩹
By Mama Magdalene2 years ago in Poets
i could taste the salt air in the haze off the shoreline the sound of the gulls as they circled the sails the smell of the fish cooking in the encampments
**Time Travel Café** Step inside, the clock rewinds, In this café, where time unwinds. Sip your coffee, close your eyes,
By Danny Prem kumar2 years ago in Poets
**Forgotten Letters** In dusty drawers they quietly rest, Old letters folded, once addressed. The ink has faded, worn with time,
Hear the baby as it cries Touch the child, with it's soft skin Smell the echo of a new birth Taste the sense of your new found worth
By George Hall2 years ago in Poets
