Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Ma chérie, you are the whisper of dawn That lingers in the hush before the sun, A fragile note, like a song nearly gone, Yet etched in my soul long after it's sung.
By Komal2 years ago in Poets
today, the maintenance man took the bird you left for me outside my window. i kept it right where you left it in case you decided to return,
By kp2 years ago in Poets
I am chicken hearted. I can't risk rides in fast cars or jump on swift moving carousels ...or love but each time
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
rhythmic pressure builds, softening the portal between heaven and earth tanging wafts of copper, iron, broken soil, and celestial dust
By Kristen Balyeat2 years ago in Poets
I heard you yell from the kitchen, "dinners almost ready" I rubbed the rumble away and said, "man, that smells good" But when I got my hands on and tasted that chicken
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Every time I hear your name, the butterflies begin fluttering within me, seeing you in my dreams has never been enough, my name being said upon your lips, I wonder how they taste,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
I know my son. * Or is it now that he has reached a milestone that I no longer do? Is he looking back and reflecting on his life and wondering why?
By Pauline Fountain2 years ago in Poets
White satin sheets now painted crimson red like a murder scene Our pungent heavy aromatic scent looms hanging in the air, as if we were committing our dead endlessly; again and again
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
It’s greeting your neighbors with a smile and wave Seeing everybody in church on Sunday We wouldn’t have it any other way
By Noah Nelson2 years ago in Poets
Beneath moonlight, we lose time and fear, Our hearts move in rhythm, free and wild, Laughter spins in a joyful trance, Twirl with love in every step,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Raindrops fall like a lovers tongue, tickling and dancing on my skin Thunder roars pillaging my ears like it was committing a sin.
We believe in love. With every moment we look at the person we love. We say we love. With every moment, the person we love holds our hand.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
