Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
~ Take Me to Bed!~ (The 14th Day) The Wedding Night, The first night of the Honeymoon! :-) Oh husband of mine Our day and time has arrived,
By Jennifer Cooley3 years ago in Poets
Along this winding path we trek, as the dawn's light breaks through the tree's and seeps through the morning fog, I am met with a revelation.
By Haley M.T.3 years ago in Poets
In the pastime time, we age together, like a river of peace that flows through the years. Even though our physical appearances change over time, our love stays the same, a union that will never end.
By OverThinker3 years ago in Poets
Two foxes lying in the snow. One saying to the other: "You used to sound like Spring; The drumming of your heart, with rhythm of it's own,
By Salomé Saffiri3 years ago in Poets
Second month, February, fourteenth day in 2024, our Thirty-seventh wedding anniversary Numbers. Many numbers. Fourteen, Two, Thirty-seven,
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Poets
City sidewalk whisper stories, steps and scuffs, each mark a memory, like drum beat heart thumps. Rusty fire escape, faded sign's old words,
By Buzu3 years ago in Poets
A peace this morning doth now bring. Grace in hope will pardon some, Her mantle, night doth from her fling, In the East, where Juliet is the sun.
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Poets
This feels right. Putting my heart on the line. Won’t you be mine? Be my Valentine. Take this love of mine and hold it tight.
By Tornvec™3 years ago in Poets
Attached together as the ages pass,ever flowing in harmony like a river. Ageing in body,together in unity,our lover is ever green.
By Chris Liberty 3 years ago in Poets
This is not morning. There is a nastiness slowing your shoes, something you shouldn’t step in. It’s shattered beads, stomped flowers, vomit—
By Madhankumarramesh3 years ago in Poets
The day I put you on my finger was the sweetest day of my life. The day you became my Strawberry-Watermelon flavoured Ring Pop
By Talia Devora3 years ago in Poets
"Hayle Bishop Valentine whose day this is All the Ayre is thy Diocese And all the chirping Queristers And other birds ar thy parishioners
