Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I see the love you have in your eyes The love that’s been there since the beginning of time I feel your love when I hold you close
By Robert Kegel2 years ago in Poets
I was found about where I was left Without color, soulless, Bereft Knowing a precious part must die So the best parts of me could survive
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
It sleeps in winter, It wakes on the eve of spring. A thorn that wounds, a vine that weaves. A burst of color, a breath of rain.
By Taylor Davis2 years ago in Poets
She is a magical garden. She shall relentlessly shovel through the debris and carefully pull out the weeds, As sometimes trash can be converted into treasure.
By Annie Edwards 2 years ago in Poets
I’m looking at my garden now To finally address the undergrowth And roots choking my flowers. To dig is one thing, the labor
By Sabayo Matiku2 years ago in Poets
Did my friends serve bourbon-soaked ham At their Valentines party Or was I the bourbon-soaked ham? I connived to sit next to her.
By Aaron Schwartz2 years ago in Poets
You are still the one I dream of the most, a figure like you I still look for in other people. If I could turn back time, the year I met you is the thing I want to repeat the most all the time.
By kaileen2 years ago in Poets
He came to me in his frontal-parietal-temporal-occipital-cerebellum mantle, the wispy wool of his scalp bleached like the heavens he separated from the Earth, from me.
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
Treat yourself with tenderness. In a world that wants us to go faster, Do more… Take a rest. A nap, maybe? Flood your heart with love,
By Ruth Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Hearts beat, a tender song, Your gaze holds where I belong. Friends near, a steady light, Shared smiles through day and night.
By PhilipM-I2 years ago in Poets
Intensity like this shoved in cliches never quite fits Walking advertisement for scantily clad embarrassment instead of passion heights that hadn’t lost its nerve
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Poets
A Love She Never Knew I can't call it heartbreak, 'Cause she never dated me. But still, my heart feels heavy, Like love was never meant to be.
By Witness Love2 years ago in Poets
