Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I can offer you a poisoned paradise - the tip of the iceberg for my planned disguise: a grand design veiled in shadow and ichor,
By Amanda Starks2 years ago in Poets
You said that it's wonderful to be in love. You said that I should love you. You have vowed to love me unconditionally. I didn't realize that it would make me sad.
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
One hole in my heart was just one too many Was the occurrence of such an event a need? Forced to keep as a memory, what used to be‐
By JM2 years ago in Poets
Made my way out, late on a Friday my friends all say, they think it's time A local bar, a private party ice cold patron and a couple limes
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Your eyes, stars drawn on the canvas of your body. a place I voluntarily immerse myself in. The vast oceans of the cosmos, where galaxies spin.
By Ishraq Ahmed Hashmi2 years ago in Poets
If you are the sky, then I'll be your rainbow, Coloring your horizon, with vibrant hues to show. If you are the morning, I'll be your sunshine bright,
By Matthew Victor Ufedo 2 years ago in Poets
The giant of love walks forward Flowers bloom all over the back A quick glance at the flowing river Your world, your eyes
By Lucian2 years ago in Poets
Love is in the heart. But in every move we make, love is around us. It's in the air we breathe. It's in the food we eat.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
In the heart of the verdant forest, Where the sun whispers to the leaves, A tale of love unfolded, not as we know, But as the silent river perceives.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Why did you break my heart? What did I do to deserve this pain? How could you tear us apart, And leave me standing in the rain?
By Nidhi Gohil 2 years ago in Poets
Ah, fair Seraphina, your beauty outshines the very stars in the sky Would you honor me with a dance under the moonlit night
By Sarby Salawie Luweleng2 years ago in Poets
On storming with self-love in July Stuttering in the essence of my stance of who I yearn to be, The remnants of desires pierce the soul in a demeanour that abdicated the glee
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
