Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Love keeps me soft smooth and safe Love keeps me healthy and united in togetherness Love creates a strange feeling inside of me I feel Younger I feel a huge relief
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 2 years ago in Poets
First Bite Is the Deepest Beneath a sky of silent dread, they stood where fate and hunger fed. Their skin was cracked like thirsty land,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
our love burns like the sun bright and everlasting until the very end two souls connected, interlocked with passion you, intelligent and inseverable,
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
Love sensing You and feeling You is like the best medicine for me Your Love so pure and innocent I feel like in a heaven space
Love You know I love You the most Love You know I am always Yours Love You know I won't change My mind towards the real truth loving ones
"I love you" But I'm with someone new. That's okay, I'll find my peace, In friendship, where no tears cease. Oh, I’ll take that as praise,
By Alexander Cook2 years ago in Poets
an older man, with incredible Elvis-do and glitzy jumpsuit a younger man, with lovelorn eyes and dishevelled hair sit together, silently, before Elvis asks "Do you know love?"
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
You just don't understand what it's like... I admire you. I love you. It hurts so intensely to love every stranger that I may never meet on every street that I pass by...
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Early Life and Career Born in Shreveport, Louisiana, in 1976, Jericho Brown (born Nelson Demery III) was raised in the South, an environment that deeply influenced his writing. He attended Dillard University before earning an MFA from the University of New Orleans and later a Ph.D. in literature and creative writing from the University of Houston. His early work was marked by a keen sensitivity to language and a deep engagement with the complexities of Black identity and experience.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
Lust is a flame that one can’t ignore, Like a backdraft exploding through an open door. Love, on the other hand, seeps through the cracks,
By J. Otis Haas2 years ago in Poets
Valentine oh Valentine, who already be mine; I asked for a decade and we never declined. Will you be onto me once again?
By Jessica A. Fox2 years ago in Poets
You are everything; the first warm glows of sunrise, the calm seconds before the birds start chirping, the tingling feeling when you taste your birthday cake,
By Charlotte Eden 2 years ago in Poets
