Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Pressure over my artery, Caressing like a vamp. I yearn for it. I crave it. I need it. I beg. "More. Harder. Deeper."
By Ells Bells8 years ago in Poets
I’ve loved love, and all the forms that it takes Head over heels love, and love that ends in mistakes I've loved as a daughter, a mother, a friend
By Jade Lynn8 years ago in Poets
I spread the tips of my fingers against the smooth wood of my table- elongated so there’s enough room in the center for a bouquet of roses.
By Alivia Evans8 years ago in Poets
Some say that love is blind and That they write their poems in Braille For me love transcends all languages So I put mine in action and not words
By Ana Rey8 years ago in Poets
A Fool's Love It seems human nature to be blind to what we have Can you claim bankruptcy on something metaphysical? The whole world within 24 hours reach
By Dan Styles8 years ago in Poets
There is no fear in Love. If I am afraid to love, Is it really love? Love is an emotion Just like hate, sadness or anger.
By Lizzie Edwards8 years ago in Poets
The nights started to become darker, as the days became brighter and meeting you started to make me stronger, as for my love grew wider.
By Annaah Malik8 years ago in Poets
They kissed as the sun bloomed across the pale sky, and held each other like they were drowning and the other could save them.
By Zoe Lawton8 years ago in Poets
It is the true glimpse of love Remarkable at the sight of her presence. She walks with such grace, such beauty Her eyes light up with such brilliance.
By Devon Pollard8 years ago in Poets
Why do we breathe, then die? Why do we live, then lie? Why do we get to feel the cool breeze on our faces, Then put down to our Graves in laces?
By Emily Katherine Camposano8 years ago in Poets
In the end Loving you was the best mistake A girl like me could've ever made I was tame like a cat who sat on your lap
By Leah Oelrich8 years ago in Poets
I know our ship has sailed but I have this uncanny ability to find where it makes port. I am the dinghy catching the waves off the distant liner not realizing it was pulling me into a whirlpool of emotions. It wasn't until I recognized this monstrous vessel that it was too late to jump ship. I so wanted to swim away but the lifeguard kept snagging me. . The water was too deep and I was unable to untether myself from the cord, always dragging me back to in the current leading me towards uncharted waters.
By Erin Cole8 years ago in Poets
