Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Whenever you're near, my cheeks flush bright, My heart grows heavy with each glimpse of your light. Unbeknownst to you, my longing burns deep
By Ming Xiao3 years ago in Poets
"But Then I met You" It's been a long time Since my fingers held this pen Of thoughts and emotions Of things yet to be said
By Seth Carter3 years ago in Poets
You and I are tragedy; a drama I simply don’t believe you give me everything, and that the fantasy of “us” can be for deep, deep down, I see
By Gina C.3 years ago in Poets
In winter's gentle hush, a tale unfolds, A dance of snowflakes, a world in white it molds. Softly they descend from the heavens above,
By Furqan3 years ago in Poets
A lonely heart not cupid's calling introspection minus bows and arrows absent of flowers and lace pausing... tear flow
By Marilyn Glover3 years ago in Poets
The day I saw you for the first time turned out to be a day I will never forget." "That day my eyes wandered in search of you, to see you once more."
By S.K.V3 years ago in Poets
Quiet whispers In secrecy In fear Or in malice One will never know The words In someone else’s heart Or mind Lingering
By Manisha Dhalani3 years ago in Poets
Will you listen to the rain on the tin roof? Don’t listen waiting for a thunder storm. My love is not lightening, sometimes it will let up.
By Trinity H3 years ago in Poets
Ode structures can be almost anything, so this is more Horatian than anything, as it will use four-line stanzas with an ABAB rhyme.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
All of my insides spilling out. Blood seeping into the crowd. Can you see me now? Don’t say I’m not direct. Every attempt you always reject.
By Tornvec™3 years ago in Poets
The sun gave birth, as two became one A couple whose story had yet to begun Feelings shone bright, drawn in by its cover Prologue’s glowing light where they basked in each other
By Rudolph Lingens3 years ago in Poets
He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. I pull the yellow daisy slowly apart. Petals fall to the grass in a cascade of bruised yellow.
By Bonnie Bowerman3 years ago in Poets
