Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Then the devil whispered in my ear: Don’t worry. Today, he’ll live. Tomorrow, he’ll live. For this month, this year, this decade, he will certainly stay alive.
By Matt B.2 years ago in Poets
Shut the door and walk away I really should shut the door on you Like moth to flame, you forever entice me Ending with my heart tearing open and left broken
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
Sugar coated insults paved the way Intricate as origami Life's not fair is what they say Except I once had you Nestled in my palm
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Slithering out of the primordial darkness Irresistible eyes the color of amber Long as a Winter solstice night, Damballah, the Sacred Serpent,
By Lily Séjor2 years ago in Poets
Over two decades ago I would never forget this day. You had so much left to say and yet you left away. Resting between a Cessna’s wings you departed from the ground.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
As dusk settles, we draw near, embrace, Wrapped in the glow of laughter’s light, Our gazes lock, tales intertwine, As moments slip to night,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Staring out the window Incapacitated by her beauty Looking into the future Envisioning a time when we’re together Never giving in to the hopelessness
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Poets
Boundless Your love is a river, endlessly flowing, A constant current, forever knowing. In the tapestry of time, our threads entwine,
By Francisca 2 years ago in Poets
Eternal Glow In the quiet corners of a night so still, Your love ignites my heart with gentle thrill. Each whispered promise, each tender gaze,
Let the journey start. A thousand steps starts with one So take the first step. —- It’s time. Don’t delay. You’ve been calling out to you,
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
It's you who wraps in my body, When the wind is blowing, You are in my soul, When the gloom is conquering, You whispering in my ear,
By Esala Gunathilake2 years ago in Poets
Play me a song that sounds like the breeze in the morning Never mind that I won’t hear it Fluted with sorrow over heathered hills and lonely spaces
By Elsa Michaela | @surfthought2 years ago in Poets
