Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Touch me without using your hands, so that seven months down the line when you're gone and I've found myself alone in a dark room,
By Caitlin Reid8 years ago in Poets
love to a tortured soul is like the rain. you spend your whole life covering up running out of the way to ensure you never feel
By Elisa Brooks8 years ago in Poets
I never understood why my peers subjected themselves to boys who craved their curves over their words, boys who told them pretty lies
Undeniably Love destroys And love creates Only sometimes, it creates cruelty rather than conviviality And destroys delight rather than depression
By Kitty <38 years ago in Poets
I am a poet and this notepad is my muse. I free handily wrote all the lines and words into for wishing for a reason. Reasons because of you...
By Rosalyn Davis8 years ago in Poets
The sizzling temperature of my vein Feels like a premature, familiar pain I carry an uncomfortable shame
By Andrew Schrader8 years ago in Poets
I haven't heard your voice for so long, that once played in my ears like a beautiful song. I haven't seen your beautiful face, but why do I love you in every single ways.
By Raphael Rolfanep8 years ago in Poets
When I am with you, I bloom like a flower. You love me and leave me for months. You absence is stone cold, no light, no love, nothing to live for,
By Tanya Hadzhieva8 years ago in Poets
Let’s dream together, you and I. Rest our heads on golden pillows, a world where fantasy never dies. Let’s dream together, cotton candy skies,
By FaithTales93 P8 years ago in Poets
You are spectacular. You are compassionate. You are strength. You are soft kisses on my shoulders. You are home after a long day.
By Kels -8 years ago in Poets
Love One feeling, shared by millions Some embrace it with open arms Others stay away out of fear Fear of their heart being played with
By Just Another Human8 years ago in Poets
Dear Santa. A cold December morning, the snow flakes fall. Like graceful feathers they dance with the turquoise sky. There’s something beautiful, something magical...
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
