Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Walk In My Steps No Never Walk in my steps, no never they said, My road was too heavy to bear, They warned you about loving me,
By Marie381Uk 3 days ago in Poets
Burning with passion, heat rewrites my inner map. Cold forgets its place.
By Tina D. Lopez3 days ago in Poets
burning with passion, your sun shines into my soul. ice is memory.
One year short of a score, we’ve been ours. I still remember the moment we saw each other for the first time. I remember seeing you see me and feeling seen in the best way
By Harper Lewis3 days ago in Poets
Glimmer in the frost Holding your hand calms the chill Breathes sun to my soul
By C. H. Richard3 days ago in Poets
We lace our cold hands palms grow sweaty, we release Now moist, cold, apart.
By John R. Godwin3 days ago in Poets
I touched your wild flame to warm my frigid heart, now it's frozen and burned.
I exert my heat all day long but it returns in her waiting arms
By Daniel K3 days ago in Poets
each day, I bare it, and you are the sole reason I’ll do it again
I choose wage not warmth, blistered hands over soft ones, to give you shelter
I roll to your side warm yet in denial of morning’s insistence
my chest conducts heat along the length of your spine slow and trustworthy
