love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Her
She's a diamond. I want to mine her, body and soul. She's a sea and I have to swim in her ocean. She's magic. As quickly as she came she disappeared, and I am under her spell.
Love Is a Gauntlet
Marriage is never a happily ever after, Fairy tales are deceitful that way, Fight like lions we will, A rift may come between us at times,
Solis LunaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAngel
Nature did bring forth a lot of wonderful things Birds, flowers, men, women, queen and kings But of all these things, there was an ultimate creation
Harydo NeonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHere Is Good
my legs, intertwined with yours. your hands, grazing against the soft hairs on my back. two hearts, beating rapidly beside each other.
jenny alexanderPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSuperwoman
The second oldest of six, She grew up in the same town as me but with a lot less Before this town was made such a mess, Before all the drugs, violence, and murders we brought into the mix
Leticia PaniaguaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsEmpress of Eternal Love
Splitting inside, Going insane Testing the lies, living in pain Alone in the woods, hear me now Calling to you, without a sound
Chris GingerichPublished 7 years ago in PoetsUnforgettable
My feelings for you are still apparent You took my broken spirit and tried to repair it I thank you for caring when no one else decided to
Nick LemlePublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Poem for My Love
Shall it be love that i feel for thee so? Our hearts do crave to be ever so near I stand here begging that you never go I cannot go on without you dear
Two Hearts
Two hearts that beats as one, making their love first and second to none. Two hearts that spread their joy across the land,
Charles McIntyrePublished 7 years ago in PoetsBibeli
I take it out And blow the dust Your words are the ones I trust Its been a while But I never forgot How great your phrases change my life
An Angel Named Emily Smith
I didn't understand what was happening.. the terms I couldn't grip. Every day was the same as before.. My memory had begun to slip.
Russ snyderPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSuburban Muse
I lose you in the rain, freckles connecting in wet dot puzzles, and clothes soaking, tame thing that you were, locked in fabric
Teyana JacksonPublished 7 years ago in Poets