Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Depression And Voices In My Head Whispering voices in my head they press down never stop I try to talk words stick like mud
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Lost Youth, I see you in my mirror I saw her face inside the glass, Not mine, but something left behind, A softer light, a careless laugh,
Echos from long ago And oh so far away Blow with the wind As the trees bend and sway Sketched in the wood A little girl’s dream
By Cheryl E Preston6 months ago in Poets
I miss my body feeling so desired, Sexy Irresistible, Shaky hands Thirsty waist Pull me closer The quick breath before the ripples I feel so disgusting Tongue slithering in ears Want me It lingers Needy A deep sort of ache An irreconcilable difference ------------- I want to feel something Please anything but this I want to forget the pavement My feet The rain The screeching The coming of... I want to forget I am hedonistic Lustful Am I hedonistic Lustful If I beg to be wanted? I want to feel something Anything but this
By Soul6 months ago in Poets
Nearer My God To Thee The sea was quiet before the wound, A black stretch holding its breath, Steel confidence cut through the dark,
I lost the battle again I’m not to sure how to feel at this moment I thought maybe you would sing to me I’ve stain the carpet of last nights dinner
By Sender Jeannestal 6 months ago in Poets
I love you both, you are my blood From Smiley Guy to Little Rose Bud Whenever I think of either of you, it gives my heart a tug
By Susan Payton6 months ago in Poets
Why I Write Dark Poetry, By A Lonely Man I write because the silence screams, Because the night will not release, Because the thoughts inside my head,
A Red Rose Lay on My Grave The reddest rose lay on my grave silent tribute no hand to save its petals weep in quiet rain
One look and one word sealed the deal. It’s engraved in my blood, that first look, when my eyes hit you like lightning, knocking your cue away from your body.
By Harper Lewis 6 months ago in Poets
What kind of love do you speak of? When words are only shadows, When the heart is closed, and the soul runs from the light
By A.Petrovski6 months ago in Poets
Revelation 22:11 KJV(i) 11 He that is unjust, let him be unjust still: and he which is filthy, let him be filthy still: and he that is righteous, let him be righteous still: and he that is holy, let him be holy still.
By Iris V.6 months ago in Poets
