Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I’ve tripped and fallen, thoughts clipped of their wings but never blessed with holy water. I’m afraid of you and what you do,
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
The sun's just setting and I'm sitting on the back of my all black Wrangler Thinking... Thinking about where to go when I skip town tonight...
By Duanyell Williams8 years ago in Poets
Tick tock out of luck brittle from words to skin I am what I am and I'm as breakable as you Tick tock out of love
The sun’s heat Reached its peak The day she ran. Bare feet leaving holes In the story he told, Of late romance In the woods
By Katrina Thornley8 years ago in Poets
He loves me like he's never going to let go. I am not used to this. His arms cradle my fragile body as though he wishes harm to never touch my sensitive skin.
By Allison Rasp8 years ago in Poets
Green eyes stare into black, But the gleam I once saw is gone. The slight glow of mischief among our friendship Has faded, and suddenly, I don't recognize you.
By Jenny Lynn8 years ago in Poets
Cotton, you were the quiet shoulder I slept on. A trustworthy whisper from the past, the only person I ran to, when all I had were coins of despair.
That awful sound, the ringing bells of a twisted victory, casts a darkness in our youthful cheeks, and it burns so bright,
The night we first met, I instantly knew I would not stop thinking about you for at least a week At least Night time swimming and conversation brimming with purpose
By Nicholas Goodman8 years ago in Poets
The thorn to your rose, beautiful from a distance, with delicate features, and a touch of death. The heel to your black shoes,
My cranberry Doberman Chastised the postman for existing Up and down the mulberry streets Like tribal armies in combat They clash at the intersection
By Daniel Brown8 years ago in Poets
As you grow, you learn that There are variations of love And that none are more Powerful, but different. You learn to depend on
By Mecca-Amirah Jackson8 years ago in Poets
