Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Joy is defined by the limits of its way. Sometimes silent, it still must have its say. It is the alpha and the beta of all men’s lives—
By Kevin McClintock9 years ago in Poets
Once I had this feeling of something new. I thought it was just you; The way I feel around you... Turns out, it was another autumn.
By Domantas Saldukas9 years ago in Poets
There is a magpie in my garden, he’s been there all week, Just one lonely magpie, so sad & bleak, I look at this magpie & he reminds me of you,
By Karen Commane9 years ago in Poets
Oh...you living being with your trashed soul emotions Burning heart with unseen desire Shaking arms, vibrating palms feeling the sweet childish face of her
By Alibella Sunset9 years ago in Poets
Dearest: Like a poet needs a muse to write, or An artist a vision for his work of art, I need you... As teacher needs a student to make wise, or
By Michael Gallegos9 years ago in Poets
love pulls tight sometimes like a dress a size too small the kind you wear for vanity though you can't sit down or breathe
By Karen Ankers9 years ago in Poets
Damn them that curse love Was it love that turned infatuation to flattery? That blinded sight to perfection beyond the surface of all
By Daniel Cole9 years ago in Poets
Come to me like a tide in the silences of astral dynamics Come to me like that goddess which lies behind the Moon of a mysterious Astarte who can not wear veils
By nunzio cartalemi9 years ago in Poets
You asked why I make it so hard to open up to someone because when I start getting too close that's when my heart starts to cry
By Dew Drops9 years ago in Poets
My darling, may I amaze you My darling, may I astonish you With sights you've never seen Or could have seen Or would have seen
You are Earth and, I, the moon. Much held within you. I am but flesh, a fragment of you. Tossed among star dust, I orbit, hiding in your silhouette.
By Eslieann Lefler9 years ago in Poets
What is this im seeing, I think i ought to be dreaming The marginality of reality Which is the same for everyone but not quite actually.
By Mathias Carassus9 years ago in Poets
