Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
At first they're few The things I list That I truly appreciate But as time passes, the fondness grows For each wrinkle, freckle, scrape
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro2 years ago in Poets
I once called my reflection a stranger, Unworthy of light. With loathing, I carved my silence. But even in darkness, I whispered for light.
By Emmie Falbo2 years ago in Poets
Because you snore You're impatient You have a few grays You've got some cushion at your waste Your sweaters are loud You laugh at your own jokes
Sixty four years together They shared the same bed Word cross over breakfast Reliving memories they lived Discussing menus and appointments
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
I keep your secrets in a vase Hidden out of sight As long as your heart beats with mine Your secrets are locked up tight
I love the way she looks at me. I love the way she always wears green. I love to stare into her deep, dark beautiful eyes.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Poets
complicated hearts rarely bloom settling for companion over passion, knowing those bonds hold a certain type of love, like
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Poets
Sometimes It’s as simple as I was thinking about you The world so blue Yet my mind It came back to you Hands sweating at the excitement
By Aura of Viv2 years ago in Poets
Love is the first and last bite of your favorite meal; waking up to a room filled with sun after three days of rain; that one kiss you’ll never forget.
By Ashley Henson2 years ago in Poets
On Valentine's Day, my friend asked, "What does being loved mean to you?" I softly smiled at the whisper that only I could hear, so true.
By Adora Hooper2 years ago in Poets
The friction within a tender caress, holds the key to a chest of treasures. One filled with letters describing each moment, scribbled in ink the prose electric.
By Aissa Martell2 years ago in Poets
My favorite things The truth you bring Joy, love, peace, and blessings Our connection in sync No interfering Love’s grips on our beings
