Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
In her little hands, brushes sway, Paintings emerge, a wondrous display! Each stroke tells tales, big and small, Teaching lessons, inspiring all.
By Sasi Kala3 years ago in Poets
In the hush of twilight's embrace, Where shadows dance and dreams take flight, I weave a tapestry of grace, In words that whisper through the night.
By Fazil Ahamed3 years ago in Poets
She walks down a hallway Seeing an old classmate Is he with her, she asks herself She’s focused on a table She feels a hand gently placed on her shoulder behind her
By PollyAnne LeBlanc3 years ago in Poets
With heart of gold and gentle, watchful eye, The ISFJ, a friend of loyal grace, Doth weave a tapestry of memory, Where cherished moments find their rightful place.
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
With heart of gold and mind that dwells on past, The ISFJ with duty's flame doth burn, A loyal soul, in whom traditions last,
I woke up thinking Of her in the morning light, My arm draped across Her chest, just barely brushing Her breasts, she graciously
By Bex Jordan3 years ago in Poets
When I say “I love you,” I don’t do so lightly. Sharing my past experiences, my thoughts and feelings does not come easy. For you see the latter comes when I feel safe, and is also a way I show the former is true.
By Amanda McGuire3 years ago in Poets
I appreciate a good magician Fellow storytellers Dealing artful fabrications Hidden up their sleeves Captivating the senses
By Sean A.3 years ago in Poets
I’m my Prince Charming The Dragon stirs inside me You keep the princess
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
On a warm evening, a boy about nineteen, on a broken canoe, was enjoying the beauty, of the last dive of the sun.. Then suddenly,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka3 years ago in Poets
Roses are red and covered in thorns Violets are as blue as my heart I’ve learned to take shelter during the storms The one that you brewed once tore me apart
Warm sunshine causes love to bloom like flowers in the garden of life, where fantasies entwine. Two souls merge in a love so pure that it winds through narrow channels and deep darkness.
By CHRISTIE3 years ago in Poets
