Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
A ghostly image of a spiritual connection that you placed on my soul the last time you came home I still dream of a place where we run free
By Love Dalius7 years ago in Poets
Craving connection but not understanding its meaning Latching onto another for physical reprieve but left hollow and emotionless, my soul careening
By Edkesha Anderson7 years ago in Poets
He makes my heart sing, And no it is not a fling. Our love will last forever, The love we have for each other won’t end ever.
By Maria Johnson7 years ago in Poets
Outside the rain is pouring down the color of you's all around I look out and I see your face it takes over all of my space
By kadee grace7 years ago in Poets
Broken Fingers Broken fingers but I keep on writing The words are across the walls Showing the pain within I don't clean the words from my poetry
By Author Billiejo Priestley7 years ago in Poets
It was a short infatuation but a radiant one one that lit me up inside. you were bright and magnetic. I used to think: “I could fall in love with you…”
By Eliza Gayle7 years ago in Poets
Staring at a picture of you How did you get so beautiful? I know you hate this one, but I love it Cause I start to reminisce
By T. Skye7 years ago in Poets
Have you ever embraced the sunlight kissing the crevices of your body? Basking in the growth the universe is giving your soul, the foundation for all you crave from the world.
By Sid l.c7 years ago in Poets
I was in front of a man he was my life and I saw the knight raising up his steel knife, his jaw tight, his blue eyes in disguise
By Domenica Curro7 years ago in Poets
Can you still read me through this vapour too? and the false truth all I want is you I am a vessel of your youth and it really happens
Do you remember that day? Under a scortching summer sun? Under the cover of a little cafe? Under an English Sky? How we met? I had half a cup of tea left becuase i had dropped the rest in my lap?
By Jon Baillie7 years ago in Poets
The wine doth beckon me near to imbibe And sate my all consuming thirst. N'ary A beast remain to ken my diatribe. I drowned them out with fey or fairy.
By Spencer Barrett7 years ago in Poets
