Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
You and I... Could birth a nation, Stimulate the minds of the masses, Ignite passions that lie dormant... If only you would see me.
By Jessica Burden8 years ago in Poets
There was this war inside me An unsettling belief And it wasn’t until I found you That I was able to finally see I was unmarked and raw
By D.L Michaels8 years ago in Poets
The day hot, Summer sun burning down, The air, Moist with humidity. In shorts and a tee shirt, Trying to stay cool. Birds singing.
By Katherine Williams8 years ago in Poets
All I know are tiny heart-shaped dreams, pastel and chalky and melting on my tongue before I can forget how they taste, before I can remember what they say.
By isa bel8 years ago in Poets
I know how to love hard, but somehow never quite the right way. I knew how to touch you, but didn’t have the right words to say.
By Sherad Maneeram8 years ago in Poets
Don't ever ask me what there is to like about you, because here it is, I like how I feel around you, it’s rare for me to feel this way so quickly.
By Delenn Mulvaney8 years ago in Poets
some nights you are so sweet that my teeth ache, but there are still mornings when I wake up gagging on the sharp bitterness in the air - black coffee scorching my throat.
A poem about love you dare to ask You implored the right person for the task Whether it's eyes of blue, brown, or green Or maybe a frame that is wide or lean
By Jessica Miller8 years ago in Poets
as i looked back on the intricate details of our love, i realized the root of our differences. as i thought through the polarity of our opinions, words began to flow and so i wrote:
By Macy Miller8 years ago in Poets
Sometimes the hardest thing to do, is look you in the eyes after saying hello. It's not because of some misguided fear or guilt.
By kayla curl8 years ago in Poets
Dark thoughts chase each other Round and round in my head My computer never works right I can't get anything done Always working
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
A cold had settled within my bones... my soul, my heart was made of ice. A chilled breath escaped my mouth as I exhaled and a warm one meandered inside...
By Kyrah Clemons8 years ago in Poets
