Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Scintillating Fountains Of Butterflies Glittering The Skies, Singing Sweet Melodies Making You Fantasize… All Of A Sudden, Swans Flew By,
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
Am I ugly for her, my love, my sweet? A question that plagues my heart, my mind, my very being For in your eyes, I see a reflection of myself
By naol abraham3 years ago in Poets
Told you I would dream about Straddling you in the middle of the night Up in the dark couldn't get you off my mind My heart was beating crazy deep inside
By I Am Sav Renee3 years ago in Poets
You have to come back, you have to forget all the insults and come to the roots one day. Today may be very angry You are leaving by planting the seeds of hatred
By Aranna Hasan Delwar 3 years ago in Poets
I have written so many poems About our Love, that If I condensed them into one piece Romantics would consider it an Epic.
By Sofia Loren Perez3 years ago in Poets
an love him for thousands reasons but still dont know why i love him. His voice stuck in my ears make me fall in love with him every day every night.
By AINA 3 years ago in Poets
i am dying to let u know why u keeping ignore we both know differ between right and wrong here i dont belong below the oceans underground
To My love I hear your howls in the middle of the night I feel your pain & the demons you fight
By Paula Rowlands3 years ago in Poets
Too clingy, but I like how you do The way you stick and hold on makes me feel wanted Your worst quality is my favorite Try to balance you out with something a little more sweet
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Poets
" Just keep turning My sleep becomes complete in your memory. " ------- " What answer will time demand from me? Because the blame is on him too When my party was decorated Time has its share in that gathering. " ------
By Suraj poetry plus 3 years ago in Poets
It’s all becoming clearer It’s all smoke and mirrors As everything draws nearer We pretend to do the right thing But life’s queerer than it seems
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
They think I’m always on the hunt Always on the prowl But usually I’m just sitting here Thinking Pondering in this wilderness I call my brain
