Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
You were the first one to make my sun fall Its dagging rays suffered my skin for too long I was bright red, burnt, peeling but then I saw
By Ecarg Nosive7 years ago in Poets
Your name is like honey on my lips. They are large and luscious Kiss me and allow me to love you She is falling under my spell
By Ashara Armand7 years ago in Poets
When we met, I could feel the nonexistent fireworks. When we met, I could see my future. When we met, we were both in a relationship.
By Brea Swaney7 years ago in Poets
She is bright lights and cityscapes She is sunbeams across the water in summertime She is a warm breeze brushing against a chilled bone
By K ➶7 years ago in Poets
Hello, this is a poem about my father when he was in his twenties, supporting his first sons, a pair of twins. He used to work as a dishwasher earlier in his life. The "Red Haired Boy" is a reference to my father.
By Aidan Wertz7 years ago in Poets
Heat, sweat, and fire All of these are mere illusions The only truth is you An amalgamation of all three A volcano erupts,
By Gulraj Bedi7 years ago in Poets
love language, leave your luggage at the door. Wrap your every word around my wrists and pull them tight. Human waterfall
By Brianna Hernandez7 years ago in Poets
I wake up and it's a Sunday morning. I recall that my Saturday night has been spent reveling in my youth. Shot after shot.
By Tobi Black7 years ago in Poets
I still think you're sexy Just so you know. I watch your muscles in the sun flex and tighten. My pussy tightens up. I feel myself drench.
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice7 years ago in Poets
Distance is just a painful stride But in my heart is hope and pride I'll walk on water for you to see My love, my care, my hopes, and dreams
By Julian Colon7 years ago in Poets
I’d like to follow you through the forest you have carefully constructed Trees of confidence creating a dark ceiling The warmth of your hand is but a few inches away
By Doreen Noel7 years ago in Poets
1. You told me you loved me as I left, it felt as empty as the box of condoms on your bedside table. Walking out into the morning sun with no makeup, messy hair, cum dripping down my leg.
By No Nope7 years ago in Poets
