Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Like a raging fire straddling the soul, emphatic and pure Her love seemed endless. Restless. Relentless. As she looked in his eyes and thought about all the times he’d brought her flowers, pulses of anger and rage flashed in the forefront of her mind.
By Johnson3 years ago in Poets
Through the hours of which I burn a black hole consumes me It's nice to feel something he said questioning how he got there
By G. Ali3 years ago in Poets
It's been a long time since I met you, a long time has passed since I saw you. There was a time when we used to talk, listened to your voice, a long time has passed.
By shobhana kadam3 years ago in Poets
Your kiss is whiskey-smooth: Love, I assume. (But it’s just) eighty-percent proof. * -Gina C. 🧚♀️✨ * Author's Note: This poem is part of my "Ghosts of Relationships Past" series, where I reminisce about old love experiences of mine, gone bad. :) ❤️ Follow for more drama!
By Gina C.3 years ago in Poets
Sand castles upon the sand Created from seemingly nothing They never know how low or high the tide is How long their time will last
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
If time would not erode the lives that we are livin And the wind carried the loads of the things that we've forgiven Could we paint us a picture
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Delicate lavender blooms a field We weep and wail and come again Tender and pure hearts find a home To dine on the sorrows of the past
By Rowan Riley3 years ago in Poets
For a Moment I look at you My heart skips a beat For a Moment, I see the Stars I think of you looking at the same star I close my eyes tightly I dream of tomorrow
By Judith Jascha3 years ago in Poets
They want a man and love and stars And anything to dull that ache — Inside the hollows of their hearts That echo with further break.
By T. Licht3 years ago in Poets
Time is passing like this in your memories, just like the birds are eager to return home as soon as the evening comes. I sit in your memories for hours, but it seems as if only a few moments have passed.
In the canvas of our souls, emotions play, Each feeling painted in its own array. Love, a burst of sunlight, warm and bright,
By Subrata Debnath3 years ago in Poets
what colour is your smile what weather is it tonight We will meet in while Just romantic enough for date night I saw the sky bright blue
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
