Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Love is GOD Because God is LOVE Love is patient, kind, and sacrificial Love is very special Love is spiritually inclined
By Rachael Frazier2 years ago in Poets
Two shadows merge beneath the streetlamp's glow, A secret language only we know. Your laughter, a melody I replay, In the quiet hours of yesterday.
By berry li2 years ago in Poets
Ribbons of light weave through February's chill, A whispered promise, soft and still. Hands entwined, or hearts alone, Love blooms in ways yet unknown.
Love your face is so big like a full moon balloon Your eyes are so full of magic touch I feel like I can fly from there to Your heart
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 2 years ago in Poets
True love grows deeper as time passes, while false love weakens over time. There are countless ways to treat love, but the most important thing is to ensure that love does not become a source of hurt or pain.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Earth The sky wakes up with a crimson glow, Its soft blush sets the world below. The sun’s gentle arms stretch far and wide,
By ANITA2 years ago in Poets
I am a rose Awakening on a February morn Dewdrops cradle unsent love letters The mirror's reflection caresses my petals Shadow embraces light
we drink coffee at dusk, he swallows me whole with his eyes, i hold him in with my lips. we swap kisses at dawn, wet and sticky,
By Natalie Hollander2 years ago in Poets
I’ve got a story to tell Of the time when I fell In love with the thrill Seeking adventures with a friend Under my umbrella
By Caitlin Charlton2 years ago in Poets
I once had a home Where they said they loved me. "I was the king of the house," they claimed, And they loved to play with me.
By Alain SUPPINI2 years ago in Poets
Screen shutting, words unwritten. You're my cursor, softly blinking. Open book, unfolding tale. Dictionary definitions fail.
By Addison Alder2 years ago in Poets
Photo by Pablo Heimplatz on Unsplash *** Your lips, your lips — I long to taste them now, Sweet and hot with a trembling pure desire…
By Mariana Busarova2 years ago in Poets
