Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
It's a windy morning; hood pulled up, my hands keeping busy gathering bits of trash in my hoodie pockets. A brisk walk cutting across the local park.
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice7 years ago in Poets
It burned my throat And the corners of my lips Almost as much as your teeth burned my hip Gasping for air And for more of you
By a. k. rand7 years ago in Poets
I look up to the sky and see the stars I can’t help but wonder where you are This night is actually very far From when we used to hold each other in our arms
By Ecarg Nosive7 years ago in Poets
I wanted to be with you. I didn’t know what I was doing or if I was doing it right—but I wanted to make it work. I never wanted it to feel messy for you and I never wanted it to be confusing.
By Jennifer Lin7 years ago in Poets
I just want to lay my head on your chest right now Feeling your touch quiets the demons that were talking so loud Let me know if you want me to be here for a while
By Sandra Yvette7 years ago in Poets
I’m not even sure where to go from here A leap of faith I debate to take Something holds me back from getting too near Where did we take a turn
I know a beautiful girl. Her glittering eyes, are the new hopes for better moments. Her smile, can remove the voidness in a heart.
By Sagar Panwar7 years ago in Poets
Am I wrong for holding on To something I was blind to all along How could I not see that you were really into me With all my insecurities screaming so loudly
Your kiss tastes sweet as caramel You feel either warm or cold based on the option of the day I get you Like right now your as bomb as my morning near summer frappuccino
By Love Dalius7 years ago in Poets
Got you smiling from ear to ear Wayward thoughts cross your mind. Feeling like anything is possible Now I got to make you mine.
By Alexis Fowler7 years ago in Poets
I'm here to figure out whether I want to sit down tired. Or rest by experiencing. These were caused by my heart. I count 485 wrinkles,
By Tânia Miranda de Carvalho7 years ago in Poets
The consequence of the times our eyes stayed locked, reluctant to stray, not even to the hideous wall décor: To the seconds I vanished in the cadence of your laugh,
By Lexys Quinn7 years ago in Poets
