Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Young were the days when my garden was bare. My true love and I tendered the garden, Giving rise to the wonderments of creation.
By GARY DEAN8 years ago in Poets
Two nervous souls Deep in love The risk so great Surrounded by hate Two lovers together Finally at last Two different lives
By Jay Wilson8 years ago in Poets
when I think about dying speak to me should that I not hear your words but heed your story. could that I not speak in turn,
By wf .8 years ago in Poets
Oh, Paintress She sits in the back of the room The cute, nerdy girl Creating new worlds on her easel And colorful scenes upon the canvas
By Jason A8 years ago in Poets
There’s something at work here That I don’t understand None of this was planned It’s like two souls calling to meet. But what if that’s just me?
By Lucy Perrin8 years ago in Poets
Foreword - This is "Written Love" from my book Less Traveled the Road. The messages are so untouched, unrehearsed and profound.
By I AM. Master of Arts8 years ago in Poets
It's been a couple of years since I last saw you, It's been a couple of months since I last talked to you, It's been a couple of days since I looked at your pictures and smiled reminiscing old times,
By Siana Love8 years ago in Poets
Father, Son a bond too often not nurtured — such is not our story — our story is strong as steel our story is forged by love
By Wayne Tate8 years ago in Poets
Listen to my face. The glisten of the sweat, evaporates toward the sky. Listen to my face. The eyes can scan around a room
By George Boundy8 years ago in Poets
i saw her on the fifth floor with her nose as close to an original Seurat as security would allow she was alone, and i immediately knew
my lovely gal in brown, she's perfection in every angle she's pure and sweet with a mean streak she's lovely to me only, that's what I like best, I am her only
By Posts By Judah8 years ago in Poets
This story is dedicated to the woman who saved my lifeMy rock and my angel, the one to be my wife A heart as soft as dough and a shell harder than stoneShe is the reason I wake each morning and never feel alone
By Jord Tury8 years ago in Poets
