Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
time wasted legs tangled in sheets giggling tug of war dissolves into sighs + bare-legged, baggy shirt butter splodges on the sideboard
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Poets
He whispers on the ocean breeze calling upon his love, Eagle wings fly high above and carry his words afar, Clouds croon the chorus to speed things on their way,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
Winter kisses my rosy cheeks, Frost clings to my lashes, turning them into icy peaks. Crisp glacial air, Tickles my nose, wraps my lungs in a snare.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
Manchester United In a land where legends chase every goal, United in passion, we’re one perfect whole. From Best’s magic days to Cantona’s flair,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Swan Lake Lightly She Dances Lightly she dances, like a swan, In her fitted leotard, she moves at dawn. With grace and precision, her body takes flight,
Fierce, pure, and monogamous, she is a keeper of death to bring forth new life Her long and slender legs cascade with white laden-fur all the way down to her large paws-much bigger than any courtyard ladies’ paws.
By Tony Martello2 years ago in Poets
"A Heartfelt Goodbye: Remembering Blacky" Dear Blacky, I write through tears, Seven days since you left my years. Gone beyond the rainbow’s gate,
By mureed hussain2 years ago in Poets
My Memory Book In my virtual book of memories floating somewhere in my mind, I dream of late last summer and the love we left behind.
The Games That We Play In the grand arena of life’s design, Where every heart seeks to intertwine, We dance on paths both winding and fair,
Live love to the fullest. Immerse yourself in love. Make love part of your life. Never forget love. Never say you don't love.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
The cold never bothers her. That's what my daughter says. Anytime we ask. It bothers everything else. That's what I always say.
By Adam Diehl2 years ago in Poets
I crave for something that will not whet my appetite- nor quench my insatiable thirst. It fills my soul, plugging the holes
By Nicholas Grogan2 years ago in Poets
