Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Won’t you string me along? Wrap me around your finger. Are we too far gone? Lately you seem a little meaner. Tell me what’s going on.
By Tornvec™2 years ago in Poets
Our love did not vanish suddenly That would have been more merciful It dwindled gradually One vindictive insult One criticism
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
In the gentle whisper of the night, Where dreams and stars alike take flight, I call to you, my heart's desire, To fan this flame, to light this fire.
By Fannick😇2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet whisper of the night, When stars above softly alight, A moment blooms, tender and pure, In this hushed world, love finds its cure.
By Galaxiesbuzz2 years ago in Poets
I've always had a thing for you. You, and your beautiful eyes blue. You have a way over me, I have no control. When I'm with you I just fold.
By Christina Vanhaerents2 years ago in Poets
The full Moon, bright— promised Sea {the Earth}: pulled her closer to ✨the sky.✨ At night, Moon’s love lured Sea high on sand—
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets
Am I happy here as once I was Before you stole my soul's thunder Joy bereft and heartbroken I froze, losing my wings But alone again
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Poets
Today’s the day to chase your dreams, With every sunrise, new hope gleams. Step forward, embrace your path with pride, Let passion and purpose be your guide.
By RK2 years ago in Poets
We found love right here, naturally And love was easy. So, easy But life sometimes means parting Keeping love from afar .
By John Dodge2 years ago in Poets
I feel his breath on my neck, It sends heated shivers down my spine, Every inch of me squirms, alive with need, Our bodies ignite, a fuse to intertwine.
By Elise Chaput2 years ago in Poets
You were the deity to lift my blissfulness, And showed me how heavenly the life is. You never asked me or said, “I LOVE YOU”,
By Rabina Khadka2 years ago in Poets
In the dawn's soft light, I see your face, Half-awake, yet full of grace. Your hair’s a mess, your eyes still bleary, But to me, you’re never weary.
By Tale Weaver2 years ago in Poets
