Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I remember the day you got here all covered in goo, I thought of all the wonderful things you would do I held you in m arms and stroked your head,
By Runaway Slave8 years ago in Poets
As I sit here, The distance between you and me is painful yet bearable. You glance at me, I glance at you, We lock eyes and questions fill my heart.
By Mallie Bennett8 years ago in Poets
I could bury my heart in those innocent blue eyes. I desire to lose myself in her shy, childlike smile. This heart has been frozen and rusted by heartbreak, pain, and the cruel reality of human existence.
By Kourtney Risher8 years ago in Poets
She is a wonder woman, she wonders a lot. Glasses make her look cute, but she doesn't wear any I know what makes her happy, she doesn't seem to see it
By Sam Fir8 years ago in Poets
❤ You're the One You're the one that makes me smile , You're the one that makes me laugh . You're the one that makes me happy
By April De Leon8 years ago in Poets
I fall asleep under the loving face of the moon; She casts a spell and makes you doze off to her mystic tune, She is the leading lady of the rendition.
By Summer rainstorm8 years ago in Poets
I saw how he kissed her hand And it just brought me back To the vivid memories of you and me Memories of your soft lips pressed against me
By Johnae Rose8 years ago in Poets
Let me ask you this; If destiny was presented to you in the form of a kiss… Would you hesitate? Or would you pucker up and lean in?
By Ian8 years ago in Poets
Single Parent's Prayer Dear Lord, I pray that I may be the guide to which my children seek to follow That I may be the shoulder whom they lean to with all their sorrows
By Jeanette Learn8 years ago in Poets
There’s this weird feeling inside of me Could not say what it is Is it fear or is it love? I could not say Deep inside me I know the truth
By Lya8 years ago in Poets
Resistance Like a stop sign, a yield sign you appeared, hand to my chest keeping me from merely existing, and I realized as my vision cleared
By Tim Ellerbe II8 years ago in Poets
I want so much for myself, Is that selfish of me? I want this bright lit apartment Full of blankets and crystals hanging in my windows
By Olive Roberts8 years ago in Poets
