Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Life is woven into the fabric. ______By Aranna Hasan Delwar. It still makes my tongue water when I see it I still stand in front of the mirror with kajal on my eyes
By Aranna Hasan Delwar 3 years ago in Poets
No grand pronouncements, no flowery rhyme, Love for you simmers, a steady climb. Actions speak louder, that much is true,
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
No grand pronouncements, no fanfare so bold, My love's a whisper, a story untold. It's found in mornings, the coffee you crave,
Steady as the Clock, My Love for You Your love's a rhythm, calm and sure, A steady beat that will endure. No empty promises or flights of fancy,
Every night you Came to my mind, you Left a blank spot In my heart Partly breaking it... Sounds Emotional, I know... Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed my poem, please let me know by leaving a tip, a like or a comment. Subscribe if you're interested in my work! Any support is appreciated! <3 You might like these too:
By Anna 3 years ago in Poets
I'm meant to bring them Together, but Separate I'm a Paradox Thavien's Token: This poem is constructed for Matthew Fromm's "Mirror, Mirror" challenge.
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
Escaped with me; rescued me from my current reality. Confusing thoughts of a lost love who came back for me, are surfacing.
By Adrianne Kirksey3 years ago in Poets
Endings are where the story starts. Can you blame me for your stealing of my heart? Little did I know, the others would be put to shame
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Poets
In the dance of life, a love so true, Unconditional, pure and new. A bond that grows, through thick and thin, A love that shines from deep within.
By R.T. Garner3 years ago in Poets
Don’t ask me why. I don’t even know. You made it clear where you stood at the first hello. Yet here we are, in this room
By Cassandra Warren3 years ago in Poets
Ever bright was my hope, Could not be clouded over, Looking back now, I was a fool again, Pouring all my emotions into this groundless dream,
By Rebecca Patton3 years ago in Poets
* ask me in December tangled up in wanderlust while encouraged to remember a world constructed of stardust ask me of the seasons
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
