Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I will cherish the heart I was born with, the eyes that have shown the world, the body that is my temple, and the soul that cannot be replaced.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Bustling cafe, two tables Eyes meet, smiles traded Furtive glances, playing spy Behind newspapers, laptops, lattes: faces hide
By Ryan Burkey2 years ago in Poets
Trepidation lingers near thinning connections. Tests resolve when I struggle with surrender. On point, you advance. Grace.
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Poets
The faceless man demanded my "devil-heart" as payment and I’d cut him morsels. He returned every day for years until I covered my heart in plate-mail .
By Joshua Hillary2 years ago in Poets
Crimson blooms unfurl, a whispered vow. Heart's soft echo in the air somehow. Candlelight dances, painting shadows sweet.
By Neli Ivanova2 years ago in Poets
Love. It's just a word. Do you know me? That's where love lies. Not in surf-filled dreams nor scent. Love is the stage manager,
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
Love is… ~ To care without thought of return, Forgive though it hasn’t been earned, Be there for someone who’s not present,
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago in Poets
Let us love, though companions be few, In humility’s hest, As a balm, healing, comfort & calm, Tender, sweet in love’s breast.
The Sobs of Parting Moments There was a time when I saw myself in your laughter, When I found my reflection in the depth of your eyes. But today, those same eyes feel unfamiliar, As if punishing me in silence.
By ANITA2 years ago in Poets
i have a cold , my nose feels heavy and my throat is sore the same way it was when the day you left i didn't have a cold still my nose felt heavy and my throat felt sore
By ishitaaa2 years ago in Poets
Into a hundred pieces, I want you to kiss me apart, while I lay on the bed of your heart. Then rev me up again when I start to idle,
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
I remember the way your hair fell into your eyes as you hovered above me I remember the scent of your shirt, soaked in sweat as it clung to your body
By Joni Écrit2 years ago in Poets
