Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
i've never seen flowers die; every time you get me a bouquet, you take one out, turning it into a sign: when it starts to wilts,
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
you make me happy in every way, A love so deep, I’d never trade. Through every tear that leaves my eyes, You're there to hold me when I cry.
By Niranjana. V2 years ago in Poets
Butterflies Fly Freely Surfacing The Love In The Air, As I Lie Still, Suffocating In Your Beauty, With Your Love Perforating My Heart…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 years ago in Poets
forget language shower me in the essence of you paint the frequency of your being onto my canvas in golden sequences
By Kristen Balyeat2 years ago in Poets
Whimsical words all over the place, flowers, offerings, cards, and desires, "Love's in the air!" I see, it transpires, like a balmy vapor, hitting on my face.
By Alex Torres2 years ago in Poets
Love came bounding His lips tilted up His eyes locked on me Feelings subtly tugged I hesitated… What was it? Trepidation? Longing?
By Naomi Thomas2 years ago in Poets
Dancing to colourful gardens Running with small worlds in the middle of the night Before work in the dark And smoky haze of steaming milky teas
By Essie2 years ago in Poets
There once was a day just for love, yet he couldn't stand the above. He saw Cupid on a bridge, stepped to the edge, And gave that fat boy a shove!
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Watching leafs in the winter rain I sit here on a park bench, cold, wet, and all alone, Not wanting to go home, Can’t face another argument.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Turn on that love playlist Let’s start the day off with a love bliss Maybe have breakfast in bed While I rub my feet on your leg
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
It matters not how love begins, only that two hearts risk all to win when sprints become a marathon. * It matters most that each belongs,
By Helena Adeloju2 years ago in Poets
Love is a celebration, Love gives without validation, It is not stationed. Love is you and me, Love sets us free, It is about you and me.
By Frances Helena2 years ago in Poets
