Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
…Tomorrow was not, Would you have lived this moment? Would you put it off? —- …You had this moment To soar like on eagle’s wings
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
I hear him moan, as he thrusts inside me. I feel the weight on his body upon me. I smell his pheromones rising I see his eyes begin to widening
By George Hall2 years ago in Poets
I spend a lot of time looking at the ground — Watching little beings march trot crawl around — And I can’t help but wonder
By Isabella Walker2 years ago in Poets
I felt the world yawn today, as a warm soothing breath passed, caressing my face I watched as it knowingly prepared for the dawning, each tree stretching upward, in thanks, towards the sky
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
I won’t deny it— I love the way you look at me, The way your words, like honey, sweet, Wrap me in their flattery. But you’re with her, and I’m with him,
By Diani Alvarenga2 years ago in Poets
"This is our demise," she wailed, stumbling down the burning monument's stairs Echoes of despair resounded through sea-foam waves and tears
By Mzwandile2 years ago in Poets
In shadows deep, where echoes lie, Beneath the stretch of starless sky, There lingers soft, a whispered thread, Of dreams once lived, now long thought dead.
By Danny Prem kumar2 years ago in Poets
In the dim glow of morning light, I catch your sight as you steal a glance at me. The smell of your drowsy masculinity stirs my inner desire to embrace you.
By Henrik Hageland2 years ago in Poets
Warm chocolate eyes. Sparkling coals in afternoon light. “I love you” she breathes, a caress with a heavy ‘L.’ Romantic leftover of Spanish trills.
By Emmy B2 years ago in Poets
In silence, I hold you near my heart, Words dissolve where emotions begin, The warmth of you says more than speech, Our breaths entwine, slow and sweet,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
To always love. To always feel the beauty of love. As it never ends when you are living it with your heart. Love never stops being love when you live love with emotions and care.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
In a corner, a red vase waits, Once filled with flowers, now it’s too late Cursed with whispers of love turned to dread, A story of hearts that once brightly bled.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
