Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Doth thou love thee? I ask the question but know the answer deep down, at least But don’t voice it loud or often enough
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Broken. Broken like shattered glass, Scattered shards, Hopeless. Hoping for something, Nothing comes. What is love? Is it dangerous?
By Dylan 2 years ago in Poets
A hot day - the sort that cooks you from the ground up. The sun sizzles: a tantalising scorch - and us swigging cans of tepid beer that were cool ten minutes ago
By Beth Sarah2 years ago in Poets
He was unexpected I truly did not expect him Or his effect on me My heart, my mind, my emotions He was the calming sound of a light summer rain
By Mercedes Chavez2 years ago in Poets
That feeling when I’m with you It’s different, It’s like reading beautiful poetry, It’s like listening to intense lyrics.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Poets
You order a flat white I order an apple cider You pay for me without thinking We share nervous laughs We share our stories
By Adrianna M. Braun2 years ago in Poets
It’s the float that gets addicting Just before you hit the floor A vase of flowers, struck by lightning Jarred from the counter, with the door
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Do you love me? Do you think of me every waking moment? It's been broken before; my glass heart It's been welded over and over
Swiping left on all that don't serve me then you came along. A match made and I am in heaven you're the breath of air I have needed
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Life played a dirty trick on me Instilled desire of Beauty queens The kind denied to girls like me With wishful ugly duckling dreams
How can I love someone else if I don’t love myself So, Emily would you be my valentine I want to practice my love on you and bring you joy
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Part 1 [1]. Once upon a time, many centuries ago, there lived an old merchant. All his wife he had toiled hard, buying and selling, with the result that he had made a lot of money. As the years went by, he laid by more and more riches. But the day came when he felt that he had not long to remain in this world. He began to wonder what he should do with his money.
By EduScript 2 years ago in Poets
