Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I continue to fall into the cyclic rhythm of realizing his nicety, acknowledging my love for it, falling for him more because of it,
By Lizzy Gabrick3 years ago in Poets
A misconception is that all love feels the same every time... I have found that I disagree. Some days feel lonelier than others;
You are enough I have come to hate the idea of being enough for “someone else” There is no such thing You are enough You just don’t complete that particular person in the way they need
One day I was lost, enclosed in a seemingly impenetrable bubble of despair and regret, uncertain as to why I allowed myself to fall so far for a man
You explode into a swirling mix of smoke and sparks when you are entranced by the potential or actuality of love a beautiful firework,
Remind me how it feels to fall in love a fresh start, a first kiss, butterflies and our surroundings disappearing around us.
By Kay Husnick3 years ago in Poets
Ask me in December when the year is nearly done As we gather near together celebrating Christ, the son Mother, sister, father, brother
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
* Ask me in December when the frost whispers my name When you begged me to remember our bodies dancing near the flame Help me to stir the embers
Under or over the covers? Kissing and touching on one another We're making love to each other. The smell of your skin, on mine sinking in
By Jazmine Ambrosia3 years ago in Poets
Your love has made me a whore. ____By Aranna Hasan Delwar. One day I became a tree You will come in the morning of Fagun
By Aranna Hasan Delwar 3 years ago in Poets
Your golden hair and pale blue eyelids Make me feel like I might go wild Cheetah print make me a liar So I just tell you that I like you for your smile
By Dominic Casey-Lee3 years ago in Poets
Out of touch _____By Aranna Hasan Delwar. How do you get lost? Gradually you are decaying You are turning into an emotionless person
