Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The night is here. Red wine, In crystal glasses, sparkles. In the darkness, you’re mine. The Moon's a golden circle. Midnight. A stardust spread.
By Mariana Busarova2 years ago in Poets
Your Eyes Locked with Mine. Our Hands Forever Intertwined. Our Hearts United. Our Souls Forever Tethered. Fate and Destiny Brought Us Together.
By Joanna Blaze2 years ago in Poets
she found her love, after he left after his sins had been confessed she fanned that spark into a flame lovingly stirred it up again
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
They fling us into this world alone Tell us to look at the wonder to behold Told to seek our hearts desire The one that lights our fire
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
For valentines this year No flowers, cards, or things to buy I only want you, dear To make me laugh until I cry And not to sound greedy
By Leslie Writes2 years ago in Poets
I once crossed path with none but Sphinx, Doing the job that one might think, Offering a question to the passerby, Punishing all who dare defy.
By Kartikey Mishra2 years ago in Poets
We were children together, love, when the days were long and warm. And time passed, until we grew tall like rampant weeds.
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in Poets
In the space between your arms there is peace, a still, gentle calm, time is measured by the beats of your heart, and the rise and fall of your chest.
An ode to days long gone… In those long, humid summer nights, that I was so sure would last… Just our two souls, heads and bodies buzzing with wine,
By M.G.B. Larson2 years ago in Poets
A Valentine Glass of confidence A glass of beer, golden and clear, To calm my heart, to silence fear. On Valentine’s, the perfect day,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Somedays, when I'm lazy, when I'm free, and when there's not a better place to be, I lie on bed, with eyes closed, and the hundreds of memories unfold.
From out of nowhere, you came to me A love so true, so wild, so free But we knew from early on Our love could never be At least not in this life
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Poets
