Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Marry me, my love. I want to spend my life making you happy. You are my all. My everything. I want to make you my wife.
By Danielle Mosley3 years ago in Poets
Early morning observances, Crest in midwinter's soft glow. Laughing in eternal aura, Indicating growth- slow. Patterns seeking kinship,
By Rachael MacDonald3 years ago in Poets
Your sacred space is where you can find yourself over and over again.Joseph Campbell After our soothing, early morning walk along the foreshore at Wellington Point.
By Pauline Fountain3 years ago in Poets
It's a different feeling When a friend returns for you. A hero worthy of my respect And honor. A friendship to embrace A bond to keep
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)3 years ago in Poets
Love You _____By Aranna Hassan Delwar. i loved you I still feel the sweet feeling of that love, Maybe this feeling will last forever.
By Aranna Hasan Delwar 3 years ago in Poets
Everything aligning Creating the perfect Lens Inconceivable Pyrotechnics, creating the next Solar Eclipse
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Every now and then I fall apart. Oh moon, comfort me how you comfort the mourners. Let me bury my burning face in the darkness of your shoulder. Oh moon,
By Ava Mack3 years ago in Poets
A true wife is a woman who stand behind her husband. She is there for him every second of everyday. She supports him in every single way.
A traveler learns a valuable lesson from a wise elder: take what is freely given, flee from harm, but above all, cherish and protect those who have shown kindness and generosity,
By KVarnas3 years ago in Poets
Every now and then you fall in love with the force of a wrecking ball. Charming smile that comes and destroys your defenses.
By Jason Dilan3 years ago in Poets
even after all I've/we've been through - the blood, sweat, tears, pain, betrayal, sorrow and regrets cold realities, hard truths and uncomfortable admissions of guilt
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Like the butterflies flitting on Niz's flowery hill, my dreams dance bravely in the morning light. An innocent kiss...a smile--
By Martha Agnes3 years ago in Poets
