Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I never knew love 'til I felt you move for the first time. I never knew love 'til the first time I seen you. I thought I knew what love was until you came into my life.
By Miranda Johnson8 years ago in Poets
Smoothing soft curls across his brow, like a wave curves the contours of the rough coast. Gazing into his eyes, a pool of deep black that pulls me into his gravity.
By Violet Darwin8 years ago in Poets
Please Come closer, let me breathe you in. Come closer and let me wrap my arms around you and sink you in. Please honey, for tonight stay by my side.
By Ivie derr8 years ago in Poets
Weakness at the knees, A tremble down the spine, A tickle in the stomach, Sweat in the palms of the hands, Goosebumps on the arms and neck,
By Itsel C8 years ago in Poets
May I take a moment to truly speak to you... yes every word written is a flower dipped and kissed by each season-every year I have known you...
By Jessica Gloria8 years ago in Poets
An image never seen before Seeing it across the room It's different, I am drawn to it Impossible to know so soon Insecurity ran through my veins
By Mandii Lazo8 years ago in Poets
We're at a standstill, you and I, in the middle of a cold and bitter place, where you lie and I pretend it has no meaning.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
I don't think you realize, that when I look at you, I see all the beautiful things, the rest of the world chooses to ignore.
By Maddie Rogachesky8 years ago in Poets
He. Happenstance, a romance found when a boy who paid attention to my circumstance took a chance. when plans. . . arranged for his first trip,
By Amanda Karenina8 years ago in Poets
You're the rusty gold necklace lying dead against my chest, weighing down all my efforts to raise my head above this tidal wave.
I want to be as dark and terrifying as your pupils get when I whisper something you've never heard before. I want to be your contracting ribcage when your body prepares itself for the incoming war of lust and boundaries.
You never cared about the enemy you'd force me to be. It is evident in your empty voice now, how distant and nonchalant your soul has become.
