Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
In the shadowed veil where the moonlight sways, There lived a vampire who shunned the day, With eyes as dark as the starless night,
By Golden Knight2 years ago in Poets
Shells: used as shields to disguise when I am In retreat. Camouflaging the remnants Love leaves behind when it Evolves into
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Did it work or should I let it break? Duty takes turn, dry hearts beat now Ice caps melt as my sweetheart freeze Crowns drown, shredded wings swing
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
I check my phone, again and again, Wondering when you'll send a message, a sign, Maybe, just Maybe, you're thinking of me too.
By RK2 years ago in Poets
In the quest for the ebb and flow, In the hammered wheels of agility and the art of being slow. The due course of nature strides in its crafty demeanour,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
A Moment Acted Interpretive glances Will she do it? Silence passes One willing misfit My bare midriff Her stunning thighs
By A Lady with a Pen2 years ago in Poets
an acrostic poem using the word 'SILENCE'. Sleepiness rests in my body, hanging in the air. Intimate kisses, a whisper, "Wake up, my love."
In whispers soft as evening's fall, Where twilight hues embrace the night, Two souls converge, as one they call, To dance within love's sacred light.
In quiet moments, thoughts drift away, Wandering through time’s endless waves, Your voice, a whisper in night, Soft as the breeze’s sigh,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Love will always be part of our destination. We embrace the road. We live with better days after days. With a better day filled with love and emotions.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
Summer undressed and exposed my Intentions Lit the sky with fireworks in July Emotions ran a course of pure excitement Nestled in and bloomed sweet promises
Stupid me, staring at my phone and waiting, Incredulously thinking you'd call. I'm all alone, Living in a fantasy of deeply reciprocated affection.
By F Cade Swanson2 years ago in Poets
