Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
When love drives you mad,. You end up doing inexplicable things. You feel overwhelmed. You live in your own world. Thinking about your new partner.
By Nelo3 years ago in Poets
I’m not giving up on you. Though the tough times keep flowing I’ll be there to make sure you keep going. When you think no one will be there to lift you up I’ll be right there when you fall and I’ll pick you up.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Poets
Love is endless, The power of love never- stops. When it comes, it never leaves. It stays in our hearts and lives. The power of never stopping believing in the person you love.
By Joe Bou Khalil3 years ago in Poets
In the heart of the East, A city that stands tall. Back in Chicago, A few dreams can rise, a few can fall. . Skyscrapers touch the clouds,
By Apurba Deb3 years ago in Poets
The simmering terrors of its essence set its fangs deep, Trembling with the exasperation of toil, I tirelessly strive in the endeavours of the promises to keep
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
I know I shouldn't have Come here, the Paradise hill Mistakes from hill (hell) but came here, no one could save Who told me to
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
A window open, a bakery opening; unwavering sign, a smell of the sweet divine, indulgence worth indulging.
By James Green3 years ago in Poets
Let me write these lines for you Before I bid this place adieu And let my heart pour out its grief Until the words I write imbue
By Jowie Espiritu3 years ago in Poets
With a heart that brims and a mind that sparks, I fell for you, a love with neon arcs. Your laugh, a melody, your smile, a ray,
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
You don't want a sonnet, that's far too tame, For an ENTP's love, a wilder flame. Forget soft whispers, predictable sighs,
Stay with me time you are the one making me fine You are always mine like shadows hiding in Sunshine Tracks too races Tragedy Transient traces
The rain has passed, the earth's reborn, With tender shoots that greet the morn The sun, with golden warmth and light, Lifts the mist from night’s long flight
By Ritviz3 years ago in Poets
