Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Yellowed ivory, worn smooth by tender touch, Each key a memory, whispered words so much. Love songs lingered, soft and bittersweet,
By Buzu3 years ago in Poets
The sun rose in the south window that day, The room was filled with the touch of soft light. The gentle touch of the sun on the chest,
By Aranna Hasan Delwar 3 years ago in Poets
No static baby All clarity maybe 🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃 Bopping our heads in time to Sir Duke And you are so cute to boot 🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Poets
In silent tears, our love did fade, Memories linger, like shadows in shade. Once intertwined, now torn apart, Aching hearts, heavy with depart.
By S.K.V3 years ago in Poets
On your birthday this year To show I love you a heap I’m sending you this poem That’s both romantic and deep! You fill my days with joy,
By Temiloluwa Olalekan 3 years ago in Poets
Alone I stand, a relic in the park. My chrome skin gleams, a tarnished silver tear, Where once I pulsed with voices, far and near.
I want a rooftop love, the kind I can shout about no strict limitation to whispers of "I love you" in the dark, despite the words you say in public
By Kay Husnick3 years ago in Poets
It’s like fire, nurture it and it grows, leaving it alone, it’ll fizzle out. I guess that’s the metaphor of my heart. I have loved so hard that only I get burned. Everyone else never gets close enough to want me.
By Angel Adagio3 years ago in Poets
I retraced my steps to find you, but you still weren’t there. At least, not in the way I remember. The version of you I remember would never have made me feel less than human,
My dear crush 🥰 The first time I laid eyes on him, he wore white attire, resembling an angel. His eyes, sharp as knives, pierced through my heart like an arrow.
I should have known better than to fall for yet another one, the one that makes all the promises and they all seem so perfect.
Roses are red, and we don't use them to stir. If you have the boots, you better have the fur. • Today makes our eyes roll or twitch.
By PollyAnne LeBlanc3 years ago in Poets
