Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Opening my eyes to such a beautiful sight, Morning sunlight coming in through my window shining and dancing on their beautiful, soft, innocent, sleeping faces.
By Crystal Chambrot8 years ago in Poets
I want to feel your cold metallic ringed fingers wrapped around my overexposed throat, wait for your knuckles’ imprint to stain my
By Alexandria Afanador8 years ago in Poets
I have looked to my beacon in this desolated void. My one ounce of meaning made me overjoyed. As it turns out, she's scarred.
By Dr Joel LaNacey8 years ago in Poets
Somewhere, there is love. It is buried beneath a graveyard of dreams. It can be found under the shattered pieces of ego. There is love hidden in the shrouds of an uncertain tomorrow
By Kourtney Risher8 years ago in Poets
She was about my age, just turning 5... she'd tied my shoes while I dreamt she was mine I needed her friendship to make me feel strong
By P.J Mimo8 years ago in Poets
Never opened my floodgates to a broken heart but I’ll save you first ... and you'll count me out. for my love will always hurt
I’ve been transfixed by your mind and longing to be impaled by your dick. Did I say that too quick? I envision all the inches, taking my breath away
By Highlight8 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I wonder how I can live like this. Sometimes I think I should call it quits. But your love keeps me going strong..
By Alicia Abbott8 years ago in Poets
your eyes are the sparks that have set my soul on fire burning the flame in my heart which is my love for you. my heart soars and sinks just at the thought of you.
By s r8 years ago in Poets
With this ring I do, Put my trust in you. Take me into your arms, Keep me safe and warm. Chase the monsters away, Love me like you did in the beginning,
I look through a dirty phone screen at the scruff lined face before me. I take in bark brown eyes as they connect with mine,
Two hearts, two worlds, colliding under the starry night. Every anguish and dismay replaced with amenity and warmth. Broken smiles written on sands washed over by the splashing waves.
By Christine Beam8 years ago in Poets
