Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Ending our Universe, cannot move forward looking back in light/years. Pain lurks behind brief shadows, such is the nature of
By mokradi_ 3 years ago in Poets
Buried in shit, we’re bound to get shitty. Can’t eat the cake and keep it all pretty! So much of life is needless strife When we refuse to choose the nitty-gritty.
By C. Rommial Butler3 years ago in Poets
Take the love _____By Aranna Hasan Delwar. Girl no matter which part of the country you are from i love you Whatever flag you cling to, whatever color you play
By Aranna Hasan Delwar 3 years ago in Poets
In the cradle of the earth, where towering giants stand, Mountains rise, a majestic testament grand. Their peaks, like ancient sentinels high,
By Ghost3 years ago in Poets
Love is care, And it's everywhere. For the one we love. For the one we care. Love is stronger, In every shape. Love to be,
By Joe Bou Khalil3 years ago in Poets
Every time I've left with a change of clothes, you've said, "Come home, baby. This time, it'll be different." Lunacy, my friends said, this longing, while you remained
By Geoffrey Philp 3 years ago in Poets
Oh my dear It used to be real But, now you are my only fear I am losing that feel we used to fight for love that would indeed please us
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
Love doesn't lose, it waits. ____By Aranna Hasan Delwar. love is lost Lies. Forgetting the mind. Do you remember me? In the softness of the morning, in the loneliness of the afternoon,
Estrella was transfixed in the sky as day briefly, swiftly, faded to night, as she swayed, watching Celestial partners, Sol and Luna, waltzed, as Luna's shadow embraced Sol's radiance
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
In shadows draped, her hair cascades, A veil that hides the moon's soft gaze, Yet in its depths, a mystery lies, A lover's heart, where passion flies.
By Shan Zain3 years ago in Poets
Evil Cannot Live In the presence of Peace. When the Soul is Eclipsed by love
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
we were the only ones in Ben's that night, the warm lamps painted everything in a dull orange light, their box-dyed hair and silver chains
By Sarah3 years ago in Poets
