Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I think I'm in love... Mostly with the way you see me. Sometimes I don't want to be seen and I've tried to push you away, even packed up my things and moved away. But your love is like the ocean, it pulls me back in and forces me to stay.
By Leah Ella3 years ago in Poets
If things would go the way it feels I would barely need to know how to bend my knees If things would go the way it feels I would buy myself a Huge Big Bear
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 3 years ago in Poets
In the concrete jungle, where the city sprawls, A dino wanders, amidst the urban walls. A brontosaurus, towering and grand,
By Sandra M3 years ago in Poets
Why do they call it "falling in love" when it is something much more romantic than that? I didn't fall into your arms, let go of my defenses, spill my vulnerabilities out from my heart and let you catch the pieces.
By Belle3 years ago in Poets
In shadows deep, where whispers sigh, Lust's flame ignites, a primal cry. A dance of souls in passionate embrace, In every touch, a wild, untamed grace.
By Rubesh3 years ago in Poets
I never saw you for anything you said you were I paid attention, I listened closely I saw more, I felt more from you Maybe more than anyone else saw
By Mercedes Chavez3 years ago in Poets
She dances in moonlight, A perfect grace, a beauty in time and space, The world disappears in her dance, She does not see the nightmare developing in front of her face,
By Jason Giecek3 years ago in Poets
Tell it to the sea Let it go let it be You've always been Too much to me A little too sorry For this world A little too sad
By Anxious Little Rock3 years ago in Poets
Pre-emptive mourning. That is the only way I can accurately describe this feeling. Have you ever grieved the loss of someone you did not love, or had not even met yet?
Bent at the waist, before God's throne of glory and grace, she poured out the frustrations of her heart that tormented her soul night and day.
By Anne R.3 years ago in Poets
I hate that you’re happy Your happiness bites me like a tooth to the cheek It’s not that I’m jealous, although I am a little
By Simon George3 years ago in Poets
What kind of coincidence is that? Which I considered to be the day of my population. That's mine after years It turned out to be a day of ruin.
By Suraj poetry plus 3 years ago in Poets
