Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
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
Your beauty beams with patent rage Undiminished and unharmed with age Like the primrose of the spring You are the jewel that sunshine brings
I saw him walking along the roses, All alone with his tears With the air of the night whispering to him, Chasing away his fears
By Raya I8 years ago in Poets
Wipe the doubt upon your eyes, For love, it does exist! How can you see and still decline At witness of a love like this?
I wish that i could get somebody like you out of my head. I sleep at night wishing somebody like you were in my bed. Come here and i promise you that everything will be okay, but see,
By Samuel Martin8 years ago in Poets
I want to scream To scream your name Off the point Of the highest tower I want to breathe To breathe you in All of you
By Lucy Flynn8 years ago in Poets
i. You make me melt. You make my heart stop and then start again. You make my stomach do roller coasters and flips and turns when I see you. Please don't make those feelings end. I need you.
By Irianna De Leon8 years ago in Poets
It’s 3:37 Wednesday morning, and I can’t sleep, And I’m just passing the time thinking about you. I also wish that you were here to watch That '70s Show with me.
By Gabby Prechodko8 years ago in Poets
There are different ways to show love There are different kinds of love And I was once in love I knew the second I found the attraction
By Sarah-Jane Marcus8 years ago in Poets
The world was dark. It always had been, really. That was just how I had grown to accept the world: in shades of gray, barely changing from the dullness that I experienced on the daily.
By no8 years ago in Poets
