love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Her love
I opened the door to a silencing love I surrender my heart to you. I stare at your eyes as they shine so bright. I know my heart is hopeless falling for you. One day I hold you in my arms I can see you smiling as I am too I know I may be a little cheese I look you in the eyes and I know that it's true. I wait patiently to hold your hand at night. I know I have loved you all along. Trust me when I say I love you my heart feels at peace though when I look up at the sky I see a star shine so bright I see the beauty unseen and left behind. I found you like I found a star shining bright I wish I could tell you a thousand words of what you truly mean to me. My flame of desires burns so strong when I think how wonderful you truly are. When I look up know I'm right here by your side. My hearts skips so many beats with so many feelings I can't escape when I look into your eyes I see the most beautiful things I can't resist. I still can't believe God has created an angel so beautiful as you. Your beauty is amazing and I know it's weird when I say I love everything about you but I know it in my heart. I see the beauty in you in some kind of way I can't ignore with you. You make me go crazy and helpless I scared if I tell you how I truly felt I see in your eyes they speak the words you don't. Your love holds close to my wreckless heart and I will be loving you from afar I will love you to the end of time.
By jonathan bradford2 years ago in Poets
The Importance of Being True to Yourself
For years I tried to make sense of myself and my place in society which seems so very loud nowadays. To the outside world, it seemed to be a wonderful place where you can be whoever you want to be but that was not the case as there were always messages from the society and the media on what I needed to become and what should be valued. I also forgot who I am, as I concentrated on meeting other people’s demands and fulfilling their needs.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Grandma’s House
Gritty cold hardwood planks hurt my knees and ankles as I crawl around. Bleach meets coffee, while Spanish spices and fragrances of fresh laundry dance in the foreground, they tickle my nostrils fighting for dominance, simultaneously creating a unique scent that one would have to smell.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Young Lady's Mind
Love, a hard-to-find muse, moves through the personalities of young ladies, winding around many-sided embroideries of expectations, dreams, and questions. Each string addresses a one-of-a-kind inclination, an individual encounter, and the common accounts of previous eras. In this article, we dig into the diverse idea of affection as seen through the eyes of young ladies, investigating their considerations, sentiments, and the graceful reflections that rise out of their souls.
By Hasibul Hasan2 years ago in Poets
