Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Only you and I hidden beneath this bed of flowers. You yearned for blissful lips, But you found wired, jaded ones. Laughing like a god about angelic endeavors,
By Ava Summer8 years ago in Poets
Your words flowed from you so naturally Like sweet nectar dripping from a honeycomb. You laid to rest any protruding weeds
That's the thing about you, you never thought twice about ripping me open. Not about searching for all the gold and shelter I had to give. I guess it is all my fault though, I gave so much and only asked for your hand to hold.
By Samantha Darling8 years ago in Poets
I watch you out of The corner of my eye; How far have we come, To be this close? Awkward exchanges becoming Sighs in the darkness.
By Chandra Harrison8 years ago in Poets
You hail from a small town, And I’m just looking for a piece of back home Where city dwellers smile and scoff At skyscrapers and homemade murals.
Loving her was like licking a battery It was all fun and games until I couldn't feel my tongue Loving her was like playing a good old game of darts
By Josh Cotten8 years ago in Poets
G is for Goodhearted A is for Artistic R is for Remarkable R is for Respectful E is for Easy to talk to T is for Tender-hearted
By Marissa Ruttenberg8 years ago in Poets
I'm not at home, and I think I'm homesick, but would you rather be at your boring house or by the sea? I think it's because you're not here.
By Katherine Westchester8 years ago in Poets
When no one else did You love me for me When I felt lost and alone You love me for me Despite all my issues You love me for me
By Laura Ray8 years ago in Poets
Wind, gales like breathe over my soul and I sink deeper into myself lost as an elk in winter fog and I see a light there before me
By Ella May8 years ago in Poets
Linger with your fingertips Above the summit of my skin And hold me there in anguished want That I may beg you to come in
By User1238 years ago in Poets
You're not going to like me now. Hollowed sockets that used to stay up passed the midnight hour stitching up pieces of your broken soul, no longer live in this body.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
