Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
There once was a daddy A father of three With a beautiful daughter Who bounced on his knee Her little eyes sparkled Like sunlight on bling
By Rod Walford8 years ago in Poets
Life seems a little duller without you. Is that bad? "Hello? Agent white reporting." "Be happy, be happy. " Did you see xxxtentacion's music video?
By Vivian Wolph8 years ago in Poets
The Dewdrop and the Rose Love is in the morning dewdrop that enfolds his moist embrace ‘Round the newly dawning rosebud as she turns her pastel face
forever is a word I abandoned – so many forevers have ended for me, becoming sometimeses or nevers – no forever has ever lasted as long.
By Fallon Bechtel8 years ago in Poets
I don’t know how you feel about me. *** My soul aches. You’ve got my heart on a string and like a pendulum, it has been swinging from extreme to extreme.
By Siying Ho8 years ago in Poets
In and out of love, like we're playing games I enter in your list of many names. You say one thing and show another and you become my secret lover.
By Maritza Perez8 years ago in Poets
Fifteen-year-old me would've never pictured laying next to you as you slept. fifteen-year-old me was used to being hurt, and abused, being lost and confused - only knowing heartache.
By Rachel Robinson-Martinez8 years ago in Poets
You consume my mind more than I’d like. And I’m not sure if it’s because, I really am gone that far, Or I’m just trying to capture a fantasy.
By Eunique Gaither8 years ago in Poets
We are nature. We are the universe. We are one. Deep down you know this. The big picture is only about love and light overcoming a fearful world...
By Dea Kronyka8 years ago in Poets
Inspired by Dolly Parton's soft summer rain over Chip Young's thumb-picked guitar. Jolene, Jolene Where were you all my life?
By Alex C-B8 years ago in Poets
The gardens in me sometimes burn, and the carbon in the fumes make me choke. The cities in me flood from time to time making my eyes leak. It makes me feel so alone and so self-destructive. It makes me feel so useless.
By Jacob Harold8 years ago in Poets
He could still see the lipstick parks on his skin. Every part of his body that her lips touched. It looks as though he never wiped them off.
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
