Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
You never let yourself be soft. Soft things break, soft things get left behind, soft things get taken. So you made yourself a fortress—
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
Pull my heartstrings So selfishly In ways that make my heart sing I can't help but dance helplessly And entertain your fantasy
By CotardDelusionz2 years ago in Poets
Maybe in a different time Maybe in a different place Maybe in somewhere else In the vastness of space Something could have happened
By Chris Santiago2 years ago in Poets
my Valentine's date is perfect because he is imaginary I get asked out sometimes, I go soon, so soon, too soon I see why he will never be
By Leah Gabriel2 years ago in Poets
Home, where I shed the armor that shields my heart. I see beauty in the world, but shadows closely follow, turning color to black.
By Jennifer Christiansen2 years ago in Poets
soft satin plump lips fingers entangled in hazelnutty curls draw me in like sunflower to blazing sun warmness oozing throughout like oxygen in bloodstream
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Poets
Mandelbrot knew love: a heart expands fractally. Hawking knew love: when bodies combine, infinity becomes real. Feynman knew love:
By Addison Alder2 years ago in Poets
bright and radiant inspiring, near goddess-like Holy. gazing upon you feels almost an intrusion but still, it is not enough
By Dakota Love Dangler2 years ago in Poets
I can see you watching with concern, rest assured: a lesson was learned. No more dependency, in somebody's spell, it's now all on me
By Alex Torres2 years ago in Poets
I love myself as, You know, a friend. I don't buy myself flowers. That would be creepy. But sometimes I go with myself to the movies
By Dan West2 years ago in Poets
She Left Him A Broken Man His eyes were blue, true to her. Hers were green, filled with poison. Yet he trusted her. She killed his trust with rage,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
An old friend leans against the terminal wall; Conversation drifts, like shimmering snowfall, Traversing eras, fresh and long-past, there;
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
