Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
A wolf once came to sit at my feet Baying splendidly at the moon Coat of shiny grey intermingled black Dark eyes glistened wild seduction
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Poets
I’m lost in your moonlight eyes Reflections of a world we’ve built I want it all, lagoon and rise. I hope we can reach all skies
By Gabriella Reti3 years ago in Poets
Puddle Pirates Tiny toes in rubber boots, Stomping puddles, chasing hoots. Suns like coins, they toss and gleam, Sparkling pirates, in a watery dream.
By Sunil Kushwaha3 years ago in Poets
In the realm of opulence, where wealth abounds, Tabia and Eric, in passion, are tightly wound. Secret whispers, sultry and sweet,
By Martina Marriott3 years ago in Poets
In shadows deep, where moonlight weeps, A tale unfolds, of love that sleeps. A heart once whole, now torn apart, In the gallery of pain, a broken art.
By Fathima Faheema3 years ago in Poets
I realized far too late that I was trying to make roses bloom in the vacuum of space. ________________________________ As always, a huge THANK YOU for taking the time to read my poet.
By MD3 years ago in Poets
Archaic love bound in flesh, Beseeches in youthful desire, Clamorous, fumbling oafish ways, Dreaming in golden lit fire.
By Rachael MacDonald3 years ago in Poets
In the shadows of desire, a somber tale unfolds, A tapestry of passion, where sorrow silently molds. In the echoes of intimacy, a bittersweet refrain,
By Shalom Elkin3 years ago in Poets
Searching for a version of love that doesn't exist in her world. Her lonely heart withers; Her undying faith grows old. *
By Jollyoddbod Poetry3 years ago in Poets
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption Callous whispers that uproar the fear in my mind, Bounty tales of my existence may cease to be left behind.
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
It ends with us He was like the crack of dawn, Beautiful to see and very serenely drawn, His starry eyes hid pain that the world could not fathom
If we share forever Is it just a fraction of today? For today will quickly turn to yesterday, Forever lays ahead untold.
By Madison B. 3 years ago in Poets
