Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
As the last leaf falls, I dream of you. When winter calls, I miss you too. Daylight slowly fades to gray, Snowflakes falling, here to stay.
By Elizabeth Mustain7 years ago in Poets
The Start, how do I start? How about the station? Eyes uncontrollably dashing side to side searching for her. A few hundred, how could I be sure she is the one? I dont know but I just knew.
By Michael Ogilvie7 years ago in Poets
You, for love of whom I am become as new-dug clay Mold me... With the waters & the wheel of yourself shape my soul, for it is yours.
By Torey Seymour-Russell7 years ago in Poets
What I am seeing is quite explainable. Although the placing of it is not always obtainable. The creation of its appearance is maintainable.
By Paul Crocker7 years ago in Poets
Tomorrow's love a promise I cannot make, for I know not what tomorrow brings and the efforts it would take. I have not known tomorrows joys
You are love You are comfort on cold winter nights Stability during times of chaos I wrap myself up in you a warm blanket
By Regina Stone-Grover7 years ago in Poets
Hello how are you doing my name is... His voice echoed through my entire being It was like an impetuous waterfall whose waves gave my life value and meaning
By Latoia Dunn7 years ago in Poets
Here we go, oh my Oh god where do I even start, You laugh at all those silly words, so immature, like fart. And I hate that I never could express the way I feel,
By A Quick Thought7 years ago in Poets
Angel, come back to me, spread your wings and fall, back to earth. I'm here, angel, come find me, I'm somewhere between Heaven and Hell.
By Jessica Smith7 years ago in Poets
If joy was my enemy once Why now has it gone so long Long after my breath is catching From the place my heart is gone I can't see the sun when my heart feel like this
By Hope Inward7 years ago in Poets
I breathed the wet sand as I sat on the beach reviving memories that were lost in an endeavor to keep up with life So composed and thankful
By Neetha Yashwanth7 years ago in Poets
I do not possess the vocabulary to describe you, You are the poetry I wish to write. If I did, the words I could write would move mountains.
By Miranda Stanley7 years ago in Poets