Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Can I be real? You're beautiful And no, I'm not talkin about looks Well, maybe a little bit haha But forreal, it goes beyond that
By Jordan Velez8 years ago in Poets
When I close my eyes, colors burst left and right, up and down, all around me. Sometimes they blend to become a clear picture. Other times, they just separate and drift into the abyss.
By Dymond Carroll8 years ago in Poets
Loving you is right Loving you is wild, Where I would do anything to see you laugh And our decisions are spontaneous
By Ariya Reddy8 years ago in Poets
Loving you never felt right Dark thoughts. Dark Affection. Our rhythm in unison showed me some light; I didn’t even break no fight
By CaT. D8 years ago in Poets
Poe RED TULIP A Blue iris my calm antidote to anxiousness. Pink Lilies because you’re my happiness joy and innocence
By joeyy Tharpe8 years ago in Poets
Gentle and torn. A insecure, Miniscule, problem was born. Through an organ- Chiming a requiem for heart. As she looked for answers...
By Heaven Johnson8 years ago in Poets
Constantly taking so much more than I should. I’m constantly forgiving and forgetting. Constantly treating people who have hurt me like they never crossed me.
By Emily Richardson8 years ago in Poets
Is this love I feel inside Or is this lies that gnaw and breaks They create caves for them to hide It feels so warm and then my heart aches
By Kylee Matthews8 years ago in Poets
'Thund Thund' (Normal but loud) She feels her heart pounding against her chest as she walks in the room She's terrified of what he might say
By Cali Vielma8 years ago in Poets
I want you to bury me in blankets And guard me against the dark I want to dream In every vivid color of you I want to dance in stardust covered galaxies with you
By Kail Rose8 years ago in Poets
how does a kiss feel? it feels as if you were wearing fuzzy socks, rubbing your feet across carpet floors, building up the static,
By Jennika Eldridge8 years ago in Poets
I am falling for you in so many ways. In the way you touch me Or in the way you look at me How you gently kiss me on my neck
By Isabell Balboa8 years ago in Poets
