Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Mistook for a hero what was just another douchebag Mistook for a cape what was just a big red flag Head in the clouds, so far out
By Raine Fielder3 years ago in Poets
Evanescence possesses a duality , yet both remain concealed from view . Go ahead and cast your spells . I won't interfere .
By Tahmid Islam3 years ago in Poets
In half lotus, he sat on the land, Holding the sitar in his hands, Tunes it as the wires bend, In a world of notes, he gets blend.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela3 years ago in Poets
Love is strong, As such, it's power. Always love and stay in love. Never say I don't love. Or I don't want to love. Never say love can be stopped, as it cannot.
By Joe Bou Khalil3 years ago in Poets
Encroaching Shadow, glorious Midnight Sun Come forth, Luna, for Sol's time is done! Let us see–however brief–Your sable face
By Kyle Hulbert3 years ago in Poets
it drew me to the water's edge a voice floating in the mist standing on salvations ledge tracing the marks upon my wrists
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
With muscles like thunder, and coat black as night, The warhorse he stands, a fearsome sight. His armor of plate, a shield from the fray,
By mahmoud elsaad3 years ago in Poets
The Courser's Heart: A Ballad of Loyalty No coat of spun gold, nor thunderous stride, This courser's a friend, by his master's side.
With nostrils flared wide, and a coat like spun gold, The stallion he stands, a story untold. Muscles ripple beneath a coat of fire,
The conflicting questions remain to be answered A fantasy savored, swiftly changing its shape And I, filled with doubt, being held up for ransom
The sands whisper tales of a ship of the dunes, A beast with a soul carved by merciless moons. The camel, he walks, with a slow, steady stride,
My love for you, a curious thing, Not fireworks, but a slow burn's spring. A fascination, complex and deep, A mind unraveling, secrets to keep.
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
