Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
We shared no childhood romance. We had no history. Two hearts, joined by happenstance, Amid life's mystery. We recklessly invested
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
It is fragile, complex yet agile. Hearts and minds entwined. Magically and wonderfully designed. Delicate and strong like a daisy chain,
By Babs Iverson2 years ago in Poets
Loving you over virtually every minute, each day, the yields are fields of value to me Always increasing leveraging blessings
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
i love myself the words italic the tilted effect an emotional challenge i love myself the words float a mirage of warm embrace
By Erin Garcia2 years ago in Poets
I am lost at sea. Floating and Falling As my head bobs Up And Down On the waves Of your breath. The ebb of your exhale.
By Annie B.2 years ago in Poets
Caressing your hands for a thrill of love Kiss your eyes so I don't drown in them Touch your skin to see the red in your cheeks
By Tony Herlin2 years ago in Poets
Love is simple at its heart. Love forgives every fart. It laughs at your jokes With good natured pokes. Love is why I cry, smile, laugh, frown
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
The Need To Escape I should have felt safe Wrapped in your arms. You said we where real. When I moved in with you it all felt like the real deal.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
I am the space between spaces, The words between words, Night between star. I consume and emanate silence, A strange phenomena of being.
By Sabayo Matiku2 years ago in Poets
To maintain life I must drink I must eat, sleep… Sun, wind, rain Yet would I forego these Nor would I weep So long as I have you
In the last winter, a strange shadow crossed my sight, so unexpectedly, yet it felt familiar, then it grew visible smoothly day by day.
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka2 years ago in Poets
Orchidaceous; Pinky tones like polluted clouds, Crafting images, Self satisfying. Dainty like plush raspberries, Tart as bitter chocolate when bitten, Sweeter when suckled. Allowed to coat the pallet...
By Bianca Hubbard2 years ago in Poets
