Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Sometimes I wish I could turn back in time, and tell my parents never to get board from me again because sometimes I used to take them for granted.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Amidst the dreary night's embracing gloom A burning desire for love's crimson bloom Yet I entombed that longing's ardent fire To grasp at glory's distant spire I shunned the caress of roseate romance Silenced each yearning's torrid trance Grasping instead futurity's cold blade Though left to stand in solitude's stark shade Through sorrow's haze her beauteous face appeared A beacon bright for which my steps have steered Alone I carved my tragic life's design Braving waves of anguish in grief's brine The night winds whispering across the skies Carry aloft the echoes of my sighs My pen inscribes this lonely tale forlorn Upon sacrifice's stage my laments are borne Behind night's velvet curtains embracing dearth I await with a single hope's rebirth Until success's lamp illumes my call Then love, in peace eternal, you I'll install
By Loua Nic2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet hush of evening's embrace, Where shadows dance in soft, tender grace, I find your presence, a gentle light, Guiding my heart through the velvety night.
By Millena2 years ago in Poets
In dawn’s embrace, the whispering winds play, Heralding the birth of a new spring day. The world awakens with a gentle sigh,
By Samuel F2 years ago in Poets
I am not sure if you will understand. The feeling I have is deep inside my heart. My words do not seem to be enough. to explain my feelings.
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
Love isn't a word. It's more than that. It means more than that. For every person, it has a meaning. But for me, it means to feel alive.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
I'm resting in bed. With a heavy heart. Missing you. I am thinking of you. I don't know what to do. Because you are far away.
Echoes of a Fading Heart In the quiet sunset, your murmur waits, A dash of warmth currently falling through fingers. Love's delicate melody went to a forlorn murmur,
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet of dawn, When the world is still asleep, Fireflies dance in the light, Their love a secret to keep. Their tiny lights flicker and glow,
By Princess Dadzie2 years ago in Poets
In the gentle patter of rain, love finds its refrain Each drop a whisper of passion, a tender domain Amidst the gray clouds, a rainbow's promise gleams
By Annalise Zera2 years ago in Poets
What we have is as sweet as roses. It is something beautiful and wonderful. Everyone would die to have what we have. What we have is unique.
By Danielle Mosley2 years ago in Poets
Reflections ... shattered ... scattered Shards, slivers like molten glass Litter the once spotless floor Each shard a reflected memory
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
