Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
A bond is formed, a quiet thread, Through shared words and paths we tread. In laughter’s glow, in tears we find, The gentle weaving of hearts combined.
By Rohit Kalsariya 2 years ago in Poets
My songs are a tapestry, with your name I weave, With you, my youth, I shall live a vibrant life to breathe. The worlds of distractions--just a whiff of wind,
By Mahendra Kumar Behera2 years ago in Poets
For Just a While It may have been wrong, but it felt so right laying in your arms, throughout the night some didn't like it, but what the hell
By Paula Rowlands2 years ago in Poets
I see your life and I want it, Or at least it feels like I do, But the closer I look, the more I wonder, If those thoughts hold any truth,
By Rilee Arey2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet of the morning light, When shadows flee and hearts take flight, I gather all my strength, my soul, To give you love that makes us whole.
By Latoria Hall2 years ago in Poets
don’t choose me because i make your heart race or your mind light up when i talk with grace . don’t choose me because your skin feels alive
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
Cool Nights Beneath the sky, a velvet shroud, Where stars like whispers gather proud, The cool night stretches, calm and deep,
He waited for his mummy to return In the quiet house, the cat would wait, By the door, at the gate. Each day it hoped, each night it yearned,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Where are you, my dearest? Where are you, my beloved? Where does my guiding star hide when I'm lost? Where does my anchor lie when I’m adrift?
By Victor Chavarria2 years ago in Poets
Ugly Fanny advertised for a man Ugly Fanny was seeking a man, But when they met her, they ran fast as they can. She offered her body, her brains, and her heart,
Once You Were My Secret Love You were my love, my secret love, Only you and I knew this, Except for the Lord above; You were mine, my secret love.
I am heartbroken Choking on harsh realities That they never cared for me Don’t know what was expected It’s not the first time I’ve been neglected
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
