Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
My crimson and my gold, I see you in my eyes. I see you etched into my skin. All I ever knew was love like yours A glimmer of hope laced with loss.
By ༓ A ࿇ A ༓7 years ago in Poets
The beauty of the lily will be, The Lady of the lake to see. In dreams, men crave Her soft, soft touch, and at dawn to gaze upon Her face too much.
By Aunidan Christi KPGS7 years ago in Poets
Pange lingua Gloriosi Sing my tongue, The Savior’s glory Lest it recite a psalm against the back of his teeth Finding salvation in the tabernacle of his mouth
By Maya Manzonelli7 years ago in Poets
You so tenderly and graciously let me go and I couldn't do the same. I finally see the truth in the whispers that you can't give me anymore.
By Celina Kay Waddy7 years ago in Poets
It’s a brisk October night She was standing with a smile That made the dark sky Bright; oh, what a sight Her eyes so pure
By Dylan Long7 years ago in Poets
Drunk on lust Sipping on fictitious love, you saved me As the darkness descended, you envelope my soul Devour my thoughts
By Lorenza Ornelaz7 years ago in Poets
LITERATURE If people are books, You are my favourite novel Of which I know every chapter by heart; Each word woven together perfectly,
By Lauren Poole7 years ago in Poets
You always loved the winter, But I was a crayon sun, So I let you rip me up into paper snowflakes; Let you destroy me so I would become what you wanted.
I miss the way it feels holding someone's hand walking down the street, not caring who sees I miss rolling over in bed and seeing that sleepy smile sweep across thier face
By Abby Whites7 years ago in Poets
The short answer? Don’t. The long answer? You’re going to anyway. And since you’re going to anyway, well… You’re going to think about how they woke up in the morning, back when they lived with their parents.
By Ariel Oleynikov7 years ago in Poets
How come wanting to be with you comes with its own problems? Blindfolded Truth is harder to handle When everyone around me
By Jaden Blackheart7 years ago in Poets
Love. It is indescribable. Love. You can be broken or healed by it. Love. Is it worth it? Is it worth the pain? Is it worth you making them dinner?
By Elyese Van Aalst7 years ago in Poets
