love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
til death
i married your memory swore my vows real solemn - til death do us part. i kiss your shadow good night, hold the hand
Friends Forever
In a universe of varieties splendid, Fellowship sprouts like morning light. A bond serious areas of strength for so, heart so evident,
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Chapter 1: Shadows of the Past In the quaint town of Eldridge, where the streets whispered tales of both love and betrayal, a mysterious figure named Victor Blackthorn cast a looming shadow. Victor was a man hardened by life's cruelties, consumed by a darkness that seemed to have no end. His reputation as a master manipulator and schemer spread like wildfire, leaving a trail of broken hearts and shattered dreams.
HealthyHealthyPublished 6 months ago in PoetsChrysalism.
Chrysalism: the tranquility and peace that you feel when you're indoors during a thunderstorm. ❀❀❀❀❀ Warmth. Tap dancing across my skin. Slippery sliding through my veins. Warmth - more emotion than temperature.
Horripilation
Ode to the secret of the goosebump the surface of skin shows the extent of excitement as goosebumps explode, erecting hairs on my neck
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 6 months ago in PoetsI stand vigil at an empty grave
I stand vigil at an empty grave waiting for someone I could not save youthful blood is still bright red ghosts laugh because they forget they are dead
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Moist
a decadently soft and sweet sponge lips taking bites and sultry kisses rising fluid heat, lips and tongue the deep pool of syrup and cream
Paul StewartPublished 6 months ago in Poets Snowfall
Your words struck like thunderbolts that left me shattered. With tempest in your thoughts you stormed out. The door rattled.
Katarzyna PopielPublished 6 months ago in PoetsFirst time the Moon appeared through the windows and through the nature green
First time through the forest and the highest tree the Moon is calling me Even If I can see shadows of the pine tree on it I can feel and see the light of Him
Reward
Clean sheets Thread count hundreds Freshly laundered Gently . Lying within Just scrubbed clean Naked With someone else
Gerard DiLeoPublished 6 months ago in PoetsDear Santa
Fifth year of not having you with me I was hoping it would get easier by now. ~~~ Fourth Christmas Spent without you Still writing Santa Clause
Tressa RosePublished 6 months ago in PoetsLOVE COMES WITH SICKNESS
Rhymes, rhythms, sounds, noise, shouts, screams Aren't they pairs of the same thing
valencia mokgothuPublished 6 months ago in Poets