Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Just to talk about cups; only blue and green ones Unless one is in Greece, where white begins to sing Songs about Athena, beauty and wisdom suns
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Poets
choke on my rotting worries- Have you eaten? Are you okay? I miss you. and feel tears while you gag on them. Are you okay?
By Trinity H3 years ago in Poets
In the shadow of time, they stood, My grandmother and grandfather so good. Their love a beacon, shining bright, Guiding me through darkest night.
By Murali3 years ago in Poets
You have come a long way. wait a bit trust us . we don't even know of our destiny wait a bit in grooming it Support us.
By Suraj poetry plus 3 years ago in Poets
In love, I see no room for whims, for fancies fleeting by, Our bond a fortress built on trust, where goals and dreams can fly.
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
The unsatiated anger that blinded the sights of glee, In the erratic ferocity of animosity, he pushed away the light that everyone could see.
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
* Ask me in December When wishes float like snow flakes to the ground Hopes and dreams linger without a sound The gift of love surpasses doubt
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Love your heart The feel that wakes you up fast Though life is tough you better trust Smile is must You are winning the test
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
If I gave you a moment, would you look in my eyes? If I gave you a minute, would you think it was wise? Would you ask me to dinner or run at first glance?
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Poets
Ask me: “In December when the roses are asleep, and the weeping willow’s branches drip with diamonds when she weeps, and packages are bursting with the secrets that they keep –
By Sonia Heidi Unruh3 years ago in Poets
he tells me that he loves me but he only says it in the dark only with mystery and danger when we can’t see who we are he tells me that he needs me
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
A dog I've seen before runs behind a tree I can't decide if I have to follow or to turn around and find the street White rabbit or yellow brick road
By Joni Écrit3 years ago in Poets
