Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
People always say they found their Soulmate, Well, I say I was given my Heart-Mate. Given by God just for me to have, My bestfriend, my lover, my Husband.
By Heather Hanson7 years ago in Poets
I guess I'm scared. Because you are real and society is not. That makes me wonder who you are. With those misty eyes,
By Else Frederike7 years ago in Poets
Have you met the man with eyes of blue with a smile that kills he seduces you with one look he can cause women to shake,
By LM Giannone7 years ago in Poets
My Sweet Little Boy, Everyday you fill my heart with joy. A gift from above, Another Baby to fill my heart with love. A Mommy's boy I always asked for, I will love you forevermore. Such a wonder watching you grow, I love you more than you'll ever know.
My Baby Girl, The Light in Mommy's World. My Precious gift from above, You fill my heart with so much love. A dream come true, Oh how much I Love You. You're an answer to prayer, For you, I will always be there.
See it wasn't supposed to be like this.. well it wasn't planned. Simplicity In conversations of "wassups" and "heys" transitioned into life talks and pure truth.
By Sydney robinson7 years ago in Poets
I covet the rose that grows in the spring, That makes lovers dance, That makes lovers sing, The rose that grows into a marvelous thing,
By Malena Lopez7 years ago in Poets
What is it about her that makes you appreciate every curve including the one on her face. What is it that makes you talk a mile a minute... till you're blue in the face and yet controls you to the point you say nothing at all.
The silence is my friend, For I cannot say something dumb Or to offend. But to my right You sit, completing the test. This test is the nest of
By Ethan Lochridge7 years ago in Poets
There is that moment of silence When you are expecting an answer Any answer And if it does not come immediately It seems like an eternity
By Bobby Deese7 years ago in Poets
I loved you once, I love you still. My heart beats understanding that what was Yesterday was so today could be Opportunity
By Regina Stone-Grover7 years ago in Poets
So our dog, Kippur, He thinks he's human, that he's in charge. When we're wrestling, You cannot tell who's side he is on, who he is protecting.
By Crystal Korpan7 years ago in Poets