Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
You let me into a fantasy that had us together, the walls were no longer protecting my heart and letting you in, willingly and lovingly.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
A Poem Just for You In the quiet of the morning’s glow, I think of you, where soft winds blow. Like stars that twinkle in the night,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Seven Red Roses Seven red roses, one for each day, Each petal a promise, come what may. One for Monday, fresh and bright,
King Henry In England’s court, in shadowed halls, Where beauty’s draped and torches sprawled, A king once ruled, fierce and grand,
There was a stubbornness that separated us, She never said anything in words, And we did not understand her gestures. She wanted to say a lot,
By Ignited Minds2 years ago in Poets
____________________________Crawl into this shell with me and staywhisper in my ear all the thingsyou long to say.--Bury yourself in my arms so soft yet strong. Soak up the love and your sure to know just where you belong.--It's just you and I in this cocoon butwe'll make a small crack to let inthe moon.--We don't need alcohol becausewe're intoxicated with each other and together we have it all ____________________________
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
You always knew, The most trustworthy person in this world is yourself. Believe that you deserve to be treated sincerely.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
The sad part was, You were a lot of my firsts, Including my first heartbreak.
By Simran Daniel2 years ago in Poets
dazzling snow dances in the winter sky, cocooning my family wrapped in a festive warm glow. twirling to holiday tunes that seem to float,
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
My Dirty Old Cat There’s a dirty old cat with a scruffy coat, She smells like a dumpster, and that’s no joke. Her fur is tangled, with bits of grime,
“Not yet, my love, not yet”— but my hands ache to trace the lines where your pulse runs hot, to know the places only the night can find.
By Eva A. Schellinger2 years ago in Poets
In absence of clouds, rain melodies descend upon me. Could it be because of you? Even sans wind, I find myself soaring high.
By Malleswari2 years ago in Poets
