Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
" Come, i take you on a journey let me listen to you such a poem In which I keep writing my pain. " I was driving in love's car, To reach you, I The journey was very beautiful and easy I reached you After reaching there, seeing the situation I had to return back.
By Vichaar 3 months ago in Poets
In the depths of my memory, etched clear and bright, There lies a figure, a beacon of light. A man of strength, with a heart so wide,
By Edgardo Millan 3 months ago in Poets
That's what they are. They go all out to collect roses. They go to the best gardens in the world. They collect, eat, or make honey.
By Gloria Penelope3 months ago in Poets
He is irresistible! I can't resist him. I am in love with him. How do I resist such a person? His smile. His stature. His scent.
I'm... not sure where I'm going with this. I kind of want to write a love poem, but I'm also kinda not sure... What is the setting? How old are these people?
By Nicole C3 months ago in Poets
In the innocent sourness of a candy's delight, A journey unfurls, could emotions take flight? Each tangy sensation, a memory unfurled,
By Emmy B3 months ago in Poets
The Final Letter (Look in Your Heart) I don't have any intention of hurting you, so I'm sorry if I do, I'm the kind of flower that matures with thorns, so I'm sorry if I bloomed.
By Sender Jeannestal 3 months ago in Poets
In the world of fiction, she finds solace sweet, But reality's grip, it's not easy to beat. She dances with emotions, yet keeps a wary eye,
By Shwet Prabha Baiswar3 months ago in Poets
What if I told you- you are the witness to my life. . Would I be speaking selfishly? . Bringing to life, Humanities resolution
By Rachael MacDonald3 months ago in Poets
In the tapestry of life, a constant thread, Forever woven, where our hearts are led. In every moment, in each step we take,
Consequences of reckless behavior toward my family! Do I understand why my heart was so cruel?
A dog barks its need to play - A heated plea to please the day. An owner groans its need to sleep - Burrowing deep, beneath the sheets.
By Kale Bova 3 months ago in Poets