Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The pain made the river my support! Sitting on the river I made the shore of the sea! Now I sit alone for hours on the river Now I have made loneliness mine!
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
I need you to let me... Let me be the me I want to be so I can love the real you, I implore thee. Let my hair grow long, so you can brush it with your fingers.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Poets
In your existence I felt like home, with your touches I filled the void within my soul, for u I wrote verses of things I wanted to explore, yet who was I in your presence that has always been doomed
By chaimaa alidrissi2 years ago in Poets
You got me all stirred up. I feel obsessed. I feel like this love and lust I have for you is out of control, like a fire with no ice. My inner volcano grumbles and I have to fly to the top of the ice cap just to put my head back on.
A thousand years of longing, she manifests beauty itself No man who gazed upon her could see anybody else Never had such deep desire been felt by anyone before
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Some battles are better lost. Run across fields, fleeing, defeated. Some battles are better lost, even if they are not really battles.
By tina.2 years ago in Poets
Love is a journey. That you go through all your life. Loving the right person and continuing your life with them. Sharing the best moments together.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
Love Is…. Let me know when you get home, drive safe. I saw this and thought of you. Baking your favorite sweet treat. Stopping by just to hug and kiss you because you had a hard day.
By Amanda McGuire2 years ago in Poets
The coldness in my heart. It gives me chills. How did I get here? I was always spreading warmth Tried to be the bright sunshine
By Manisha Dhalani2 years ago in Poets
Lies, cries, sighs, no end Gladness, madness, sadness trend Wanting, haunting, rend
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Thank you for loving me, I was in the dark. I wasn't even sure what true love was. I've never been loved this much. My feelings have awakened, and I am now pleased.
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
When I worked in a used bookstore a few years ago, I collected trashed clearance items with permission from my manager. As books were cleared off shelves after a year or so unsold, I chucked title after title into dumpsters out back.
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
