Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Who knew eyes could be hypnotic And a smile could be infectious I find myself staring I used to look into people’s eyes and imagine all the ways they could hurt me
By Cassidy Kirk7 years ago in Poets
One of the best things in life is not simply a thing They are inviting and welcoming just like the first blooming flower after a long gloomy winter
By Ashley Ramos7 years ago in Poets
I have this problem, I can't seem to shake. it's a battle which is constant-in my brain, Although it's not a crime, this problem of mine.
By Deanne McRann7 years ago in Poets
I'm only yards away from you, you are sleeping. I can hear you breathe. I watch you from the hallway. The hallway in the home we created almost two decades ago.
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice7 years ago in Poets
This is my last poem that I wrote for my Intro to Creative writing class this semester. And yes, it is a love poem, but I really wanted to try and give it so much vivid imagery that it helps it escape the trappings of being a "typical love poem."
By Rebecca Lemke7 years ago in Poets
Love is a strong force. It comes in many forms. Some are obvious and some are not. The obvious one is saying "I love you."
By Kelsie Cohu7 years ago in Poets
We can never have enough Skin smooth as silk Eyes shut Lips moving in time with the music Body to body Skin on skin Slow movements
By Michelle Werbeck7 years ago in Poets
Dear Mama, I remember when you would sit on my bed... Staring at your silhouette in the dark until I fell asleep. When you would walk me to school holding my hand.
By Steven Baldry7 years ago in Poets
Lust My skin is suddenly on fire My face must be glowing red Was it really all that funny That clever thing you said?
By talia mason7 years ago in Poets
SPIDER HELL He caught a spider and kept it in a jar, He pulled off its legs, so it couldn’t go far. He took away its deadly bite and
She’s the first to see, the words that flow. Out of my heart, from the depths of my soul. Inspiration to my mind, my body feels alive.
By The Wondering Poet7 years ago in Poets
One sided love always seemed to be my thing Songs about happiness I never had, but would sing Always gave me so little it was always the bare minimum
By Precious Life7 years ago in Poets
