love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
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Womanhood
Outside; Silent. Everyone enjoys themselves; enjoying the company of others while they dance to some upbeat pop song. Inside; He grabs at my waist.
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Only For Her
the memory of you; burning in her mind, keeping her awake - all hours of the night. the memory of you; pained by the barrel of a gun.
Everyday is a Challenge
Everyday is a challenge Some days we win Some days we lose But even then we win If we pay attention There’s always a lesson to be learned
Atomic HistorianPublished 9 months ago in PoetsThe Unaskable Question
Sitting here Wanting to ask an unaskable question Oh the hesitation What if it’s the answer I want What if it’s the other
Atomic HistorianPublished 9 months ago in PoetsOur First And My Last Words
This is my Good-bye. Endings will always hurt, but... After years of loving you and hoping things could change, I can't hold on any longer.
Angel AdagioPublished 9 months ago in PoetsALONE IN THE DARK
I sit alone in the darkness, memories from a cold night flash back, and it feels like raw, unchained love all over again. Where have you gone, my love? A burning resides within my soul,
VICTORIA OLUOKUNPublished 9 months ago in PoetsFeel free
Feel free to take everything you really need Feel free to create and be able to sleep Feel free to take rest whenever You truly need
One Night
Two strangers share cigarettes and jokes streetlights play on their empty glasses the magic that holds them is but a puff of smoke always running, always hiding, careful
Dole AyomidePublished 9 months ago in PoetsI can’t remember to forget you
My fear was losing you, and so, I lost you, Like a fragile petal in the wind, brushing the ground and fading away. In the darkness of the night, I still think of you and feel you, hoping that one day,
Keepright Funkuro LukePublished 9 months ago in PoetsA sunset of purple
Staring into the sun will hurt my eyes But burnt on my heart is the comfort of the prize Of a kaleidoscope the satisfaction and stability of meaning brings me hope
Jemima GordonPublished 9 months ago in PoetsFeel the Light
Feel the light becoming the night Feel the Sun becoming the face of the Moon beginning from each late afternoon I swim into the pockets of clouds that the sky continuously makes me to be watched passing by through the glass of a window where mosquitoes having some insider alarms and they are trying to get to The veins on my arms and legs
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new year’s eve of snowy bliss my lips became - your last kiss . we had only met a few hours prior your sparkling eyes
Kayleigh Fraser ✨Published 9 months ago in Poets