Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Like a raspberry... I see your voice As it melts Down my tired curves While shaped by your curled lips See... I’m not the type
By mun abed9 years ago in Poets
At home with a wait You drive and I wake The morning light is blinding so I reach for your suitcase to find something to help preserve my sleep that's at stake
By Henry Rousso9 years ago in Poets
Your affection swallowed me. It swallowed me like a wave swallows the sunshine on a breezy Sunday afternoon. Over and over again without ceasing I was engulfed by your compliments.
By Dani Lopez9 years ago in Poets
(Apologies to Clement Clarke Moore- 1779–1863) T’was the night of our dinner And all through our house Not a creature was edible.
By Maurice Bernier9 years ago in Poets
It’s been a while since we’ve been intertwined And just for that moment I almost forgot you weren’t again mine My head on your stomach
By Jennifer Lopez9 years ago in Poets
Whirlwind of emotions occupy my head A heart full of feeling It’s been a minute since it’s bled Green eyes, mirrored, reflect back at me
I would tell you about him but it wouldn't make much sense Since what makes it good is the vast space and utter calm The lack of order disguised as cliche romance
By Everleigh Jöhanne9 years ago in Poets
Did you forget? Man with green eyes that match mine The things you've said? Or the way you are with words, Is a way that's misread?
I am his poetry so forget about being his side chick or main chick I am his Black Queen therefore I am his one and only I am his hope in a world full of darkness
By Latoia Dunn9 years ago in Poets
When I touch, I heal I fall easily to the glimpse of your soul I stay long enough for you to crave me but I move on as fast as you don't know
By Dew Drops9 years ago in Poets
All I know is this I would do anything to make you happy I would say anything to make you less angry I would give up everything to keep you safe
By Hayley McGaghey9 years ago in Poets
He loved her far too much and far too fast. He loved her at the wrong time. He was fire and she was earth. The problem was, fire scorches earth.
By Kourtney Risher9 years ago in Poets
