Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The world, it spins— But why? The sun, it glows— But why? Poets compose their tender prose— But why? For you, my love, for you.
By Sandor Szabo2 years ago in Poets
She leaves bruises like galaxies on my heart. I look at her, feeling the distant stars in her eyes, pulling me into her orbit.
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
You're like a poem. Nilüfer. The name that's always on the tip of my tongue. Eliciting excitement and joy that cannot be undone
Searching, seeking Looking deep into each set of eyes Praying to find A soulmate Yet … Each one … Not … Still, I sought
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
I bleed ink writing about you. I describe your laugh your eyes the way you tuck your hair behind your ear. You will and
Before me it stretched A tightrope Spanning across the abyss You, my balancing pole… Blindfolded, ignorant I took you in my arms
Moon lit strolls Walks on beach Long talks deep into night A peck on the cheek A slap on the butt Sound of your breath as you sleep
Tiny they are And yet so potent They touch Their thin caress elucidates The worlds that ever were It heralds those that are to come.
By Marie McGrath2 years ago in Poets
Woven Strands Morphing from silk To hardened steel ….. Binding, loosing Pulling, releasing Chains unreal ….. Your presence
he soft edges of morning light, We are fragments of stories untold, Breathing landscapes of hope and slight, Our hearts - manuscripts waiting to unfold.
By Sanamdeep Singh2 years ago in Poets
Mandarins akin Violins Sweet lush-lipped bites Chords afford no words lone sought fortnights My not-so-absurd Valentines
By Marilyn Glover2 years ago in Poets
Scheherazade's 1001 nights sustained her life 1000 miles= not too far to be at your door Hearts hear the whistle blow 100 miles
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets
