Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
It is hard to say it but I want to stand in front of you. So close you can barely breathe. I want to take the breath out of you and store it in itself. I want to hear your breath and feel your body heat engulf me in a bubble of you.
By Nia Wheat7 years ago in Poets
A king a king yes of hearts I am the one that dwells in your thoughts, your heart beats yes but only for me, romance and bliss is what you seek, just one word
By Loki Ramsey7 years ago in Poets
Constant wonders of the universe. She stares at the depths of his eyes only to search. Whispers around them as they kiss their final goodbyes.
By Nikki Say it Now7 years ago in Poets
“Full lips that give kisses so sweet. Soft cheeks I rub when we cuddle. Soft and colorful locks I run my fingers through.
By Ashley S7 years ago in Poets
I like you and I love you— your smile and your charm, the way you say “I love you” and walk with me, arm in arm. There’s nothing better than walking
By Katherine J. Zumpano7 years ago in Poets
How can I say what I feel When I don’t know if it’s truly real? I know how I feel about you But not yet how to reveal.
By Xander Brandt7 years ago in Poets
The sun set long ago, my dear and it's time to go to bed though you would stay up for years to simply kiss my forehead
By Julia Gay7 years ago in Poets
I dreamt you were a poem, A poem I wanted to show someone... Show it as a trophy An award Praise it like A beautiful Cadillac
By Melina Giorgalletou7 years ago in Poets
It wasn't loveIt was love's trickAn illusion placed by cupidA Ploy hidden by comfort Your smile that stungYour Words that were music to my earsYour Tears; like venom that struck me straightYour touch that I recollect now and again
By Angelique7 years ago in Poets
I was standing outside under the hot sun was letting my thoughts wander around. I felt these warm arms around my waist. I know, I know, It is his
By Simran Grover7 years ago in Poets
Outside, looking in the avenue and street living the snow is viewed by eyes of heart imagining the world seen by his eyes.
I wonder how she made both me and you? Did her hands carve our souls in the same way? They inscribed our names upon the knowing
By Lauren Jane R7 years ago in Poets
