Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The brilliance faded A gem growing dull, Found faux in setting An imposter amongst the rest, Thought true Before changing hue-
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Poets
Cupid's arrow? More like Cupid's rogue sock, launched across the room during a pillow-fight brawl. Valentine's Day dawned, a sugar-coated shock,
By Buzu3 years ago in Poets
Lying awake in the dark, while all the world is asleep dreaming under blankets of white, drifting away in the deep reflections gaze back from the frozen eyes of the lake
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
As I catch a silhouette of you Red hot passion is your only wardrobe Your energy implodes like a multi-colored strobe light
By Tara Branche3 years ago in Poets
You closed the door on my open-door policy Overlooking many before you forgiving my past fallacy you tamed me when you penetrated my soul
Everyone thinks you’re some kind of hustler They think you want the entire smorgasbord But they don’t realize You’re not an easy customer
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Absolutely angelic Beauty beyond compare Curls cascading Deep dimples so rare Enchanting eyes Feelings I’ve never felt before
By Mar Ocean3 years ago in Poets
In the tapestry of dawn, a symphony unfolds, "Whispers of Hope," a tale of stories untold. Bathed in the golden hues of a promising sunrise,
By Taslema Akther Runu3 years ago in Poets
In the twilights tender embrace, our love blossoms, Whispering secrets and untold tales it becomes. I see the moonlight shimmer, in your eyes
By Isabel Martinez3 years ago in Poets
As Breath Catches, Daisy’s Eyes Finally Glance Haltingly Into Jake’s. Kiss? Leaning, Makeout quickly. No-one Observes,
By Joe O’Connor3 years ago in Poets
Forget the roses, red and grand, The chocolates sweet, held in your hand, My love's affair, a steamy brew, With rich dark depths and whispers true.
Once upon a time, there was a girl with a bounce in her step. She would stop and gaze at the clouds and butterflies. With a book in hand and a dreaming heart of adventure, she skipped about without a doubt.
By Leni Koski3 years ago in Poets
