love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
A Taste of Love
Steak, taste Rub, taste Smell, taste See, taste Her forehead, taste Her sprays, taste The see, taste A heightening taste The short, taste My taste, She tastes. The washing, taste The land, taste The veggies, taste The after taste Walking, taste Leaving, taste An attacking on the sense, The clouds, The hills, Feels good to be there.
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets
Mine
I have given the last bit of love away that I thought I had inside of me. That love was hers. I was trying to show what she already had inside her. Now broken. A connection. Making myself as scummy as I can. Why? I want to be a poet, and I am working on turning myself into a seer. You won't understand any of this, and I am almost incapable of explaining it to
By Joseph Anthony2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Midnight
Underneath the quiet of midnight skies, where the world lies still, a calm enchantment unfurls. The moon, cloaked in her silver outfit, casts a tender shine over a resting soil. Shadows extend and move, not in chaos but in concordance, as in the event that influenced by an inconspicuous cadence. It is in this hour, this sacrosanct delay between recently and tomorrow, that the whispers of midnight start.
By jude odeke2 years ago in Poets
