Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
_________________________I want to share the rain with you, the way my life's insane with you. To reach out and find you there, being able to always feel howdeeply that you care. I'd be able to tell you anything, and share all the most happy moments that daily life brings. _________________________
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
He leaves the 99 for the 1. Oh, to be the 1. ______ I stand at the crossroads, Drowning, weeping in silence, lost in the crowd.
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
watch you laugh, I hear you speak, Yet words from me seem far too weak. You hold the world within your hands, Unknowing of my secret plans.
By George Makori2 years ago in Poets
The way the horizon hugs the sun as it sets The sweet tender kisses that the butterfly gives The gentle caress of the bee to the flower
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
If time were glass and years would break, My love for you would never shake. The sun may fall, the stars may fade, But still, my heart for you is made.
Your tears have stained my shoulder bare, Yet I will hold you, always there. In storms of sorrow, doubt, or strife, You’ll find my love, your harbor life.
Across the miles, I feel your touch, The space between can hurt so much. But in my heart, you’re always near, Your voice a song I long to hear.
Your gaze, a spark that lit my soul, A fleeting glance that made me whole. In crowded rooms, where time stood still, Your eyes spoke words my heart could feel.
If you'll be my never land Then, I’ll be your tink Our love will be forever young Time will freeze in a blink They’ll write stories about us
You fall into recessesOf your self-injurious mindHead-over-heels, self-loathing for what? Again You've a hand encumberedWith the grasp I engageTo hold you just short of Hell
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Rising above the noise of judgment. Echoes of stigma will not define me. Strength found in pain, forged in fire. I carry the lessons like armor, with angels as my ally.
You asked for honesty, so I gave you my truth. Not the polished kind, but the raw edges, the parts of me I keep hidden.
