Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Heaven’s rain can wash away memories in dust The prints where once stood man or beast in battle or in thought Stories flow through furrowed ground, feeding flowers and rust
By Christopher DeLisle8 years ago in Poets
I owe everything to the moon. I will not tell you who I am; that you don’t need to know. You see, the moon is alive and the sun knows about me,
By Anjoelina Johnson8 years ago in Poets
She cries a river that leads Into an ocean of her hopes and dreams. Her days are long and the nights are cold and lonely.
By Austin Topham8 years ago in Poets
I can see the pain in your eyes The Hurt you try to disguise With the questions that you ask Let me take off your mask Maybe I can prove to you
By S. Lebyrd8 years ago in Poets
thinking back about three months back a party is where I met you at I stepped outside to take a couple drags your eyes glued on me when I stepped through the doors
By Christopher Pimentel8 years ago in Poets
I am bleeding But this pain eases me I am dying But this death Is consoling me, I am not crying These eyes not widened
By Anzel james8 years ago in Poets
It’s the little things you do That keeps me loving you It’s the perfect things you say that brush my anxieties away For you are the epitome of love
By Supanova Artistry8 years ago in Poets
My tired eyes felt as if they hadn’t gazed upon the kiss of sunlight in years, and I began to wonder if the sun had ever been there at all—maybe it had never existed in my world in the first place.
By Miranda (Randy) Kristine8 years ago in Poets
I lost myself in a sea of deception Love is drowning Lost in a dream hanging upside down It’s a crisis waiting to happen
By Mattie M.8 years ago in Poets
I wish i could explain my actions to you in a way you would understand, but i can’t not yet. Not until you see the real in me,
By Grace Lyrics8 years ago in Poets
I see fire in her eyes! A depth of passion that she cannot hide, Even though I know she tries. She gets scared at times that she can be too much,
By Chloe Scallan8 years ago in Poets
The simple act of love faces complexity Love is what we need to breathe In the bitterness of fear, the loss is what you know
