Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
This winter day is like no other With love and magic in the air When we are lovers, sisters, brothers We order gifts and call and care
By Katya Duft2 years ago in Poets
We Were Told That Love Must Look A Certain Way Fall Head Over Heels Swoon At Every Touch But Sometimes Love Can Look Angry
By LiciaEmber2 years ago in Poets
It is your presence that lifts me into flight, No force could hold my body down, But your absence is a weight, One so great I drown.
By Alyssa Musso2 years ago in Poets
i found you on the sidewalk eviscerated tossed in grime (the culprit was you) tears pricked my eyes because no one should be left this way
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
Love is the fifty yard line, two teams, one game. Love is fifty-fifty, compromise and thrive. Love is a photograph at fifty percent contrast, neither lost in darkness or blinded by fantasy.
By kateresa2 years ago in Poets
Remember when we blew kisses and pretended to catch them in our hands? I gathered yours in a worn brown pouch, stacking them like construction paper hearts, marveling at the eternal mystery:
By Raistlin Allen2 years ago in Poets
Is it so wrong, To want a place to belong, A mission lifelong, Not a loneliness to prolong, To feel so strong, In the eyes of the throng.
Fifty words could never say, All the ways you make my day. This blazing fire I keep inside, My heart's desires and love can't hide.
By Eagleye De Spark2 years ago in Poets
The name was popular in Rome, The Romans- unattentive One destined was for martyrdom Another for offensive One married people in the night
By Salomé Saffiri2 years ago in Poets
Love's such a wonderful treasure. It grows and blooms in floral bliss Those blessed enough, finding it, Should hold onto it's so brief kiss.
By Adora Hooper2 years ago in Poets
we take off our coats here because there's no cold nor judgement to make us cover up the tender parts so we talk about nothing
By Josh Lowe2 years ago in Poets
Cradled in soft light, love sways like a lullaby, I am my own peace. Tears baptize my skin, whispers rise like angel hymns,
By T. E. Door2 years ago in Poets
