Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
O martyrs of love… I call you to be witnesses… The passion of my lover has flowed into my blood Do I have the right to ask you?
By Tahany Azzab2 years ago in Poets
Would you dance if I asked you to dance, Step into the rhythm of a fleeting chance? Would you spin in the glow of a moonlit trance,
By Arbab Haider2 years ago in Poets
* It seems that I've forgotten or can no longer believe When it comes to how I feel I'm not a fan of me Like a flower breaking ground
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
I do not yearn for you except because I am drawn to you; I drift from desiring to forsaking you, From dreaming to awakening without you,
By Hanen Mehadbi2 years ago in Poets
I don't know how I loved him... I don't know how I got carried away into his pathway... All I know is that at some point…
It's been so long since I dreamt True love You were my only attempt You can still have it all Take my body Take my hand
By Frankie Martinelli2 years ago in Poets
We danced on the edge of a fragile dream, Two souls intertwined in a delicate seam. I held on tight as the flames crept near,
By RK2 years ago in Poets
* You sound like an angel, he whispered to me But I dance way better than I sing I’ve got an old halo on my rear view Making my way to the new frontier
Where does the trash go Down into the depths Or off to the shallows We will never know It leaves our home for the curb But once there
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I do not need your red sculpted lips, Nor hair in loops like serpents’ grips. Nor a nape that curves like a swan’s sweet song,
My body Moved to the door without my consent and slid it closed behind my back. Even she is trying to save me from myself.
By Bria Lamonica2 years ago in Poets
I am a lover, a weaver of dreams, In the loom of hearts, I sew the seams. I deal in love, pure and true, Sowing flowers in the morning dew.
