love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I Never Stopped Loving You
I scream. My whole body screams. Everytime his lips meet mine all I can see inside the kaleidoscope of my mind is your angelic face. When I hug him I close my eyes and imagine it is your eternal warmth enveloping my dry ice shell. Everything inside of my screams for you. Every time I see his limestone water eyes I wish they were your “Hoola Bronzer” browns. When I fall asleep it is your body I imagine that is behind mine and when I wake up I hope to see your smooth face carved from stone.
By Maria Jean8 years ago in Poets
How I Slipped, and How You Caught Me
Any acquaintance and both of my brethren. Quietly clasping palm in palm, pleading and begging please be forgiving but failing to see life isn’t like that, it's thoughtless, irrational, thriving in chaos, killing me slowly, faster, quickly.
By Capo Cthulu8 years ago in Poets
Dreaming You Were Here
You walk into the room, and it registers in my mind that you're standing before me. "Thank God you're here," I say, and run over to you. My arms go around your neck as you pull me into a close, tight, warm embrace. I've been waiting for this for ages. I've needed this so often for so long. It's been so hard without you, love. You loosen up, but I can't let go. Not yet. You're here, you're with me. You're my baby, in my arms, finally finally in my arms, and I'm being held like I need to be. Like I long to be. Like I live to be. So your arms tighten around me again, and I release a quivering breath, relieved, just so glad you're not leaving yet. I whisper something into your ear, and you squeeze tighter. I'll exhaust all my words on you if nearness is my reward. If it means to be with you so closely.
By Lana Wilder8 years ago in Poets
