Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Young love is failure after failure, dark, wrong, and meaningless. Developing each emotion in a twisted, tangled mark. Complicated, dramatic as a leech
By Phoenixica249 years ago in Poets
Dawn dreams of simple pleasures The dew drops frosted upon the grass right in between your toes And then when it snows and gets much too cold
By Ethan Stiles9 years ago in Poets
Love was a snowflake for him. Pretty, cold and temporary in the making. Winter's air kept his emotions frozen. A gradual process of corrosion.
By Paul Crocker9 years ago in Poets
My mind say's be patient My heart asks till When? I don't want infatuation, I want you till the end. You're different don't pretend,
By David Del Angel9 years ago in Poets
Before he left me, I gave him a message. Bottled up feelings no one to tell. But, he got through my heart. It was my turn to leave him remembering me.
By Sophia Seradarian9 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I forget myself, my mind is often somewhere else, I wish to plan a date with me, but life has kept me so busy. And when I think “I’ve time to spare, I’ll fit me in my day somewhere”,
By Rae Elliott9 years ago in Poets
When I'm around him I feel full and content When I see him the earth stops orbiting and is finally able to rest When I'm with him I don't need anything except him and only him
By nicole9 years ago in Poets
He was a man I thought I'd be with for eternity. Always assumed his flame would proudly burn for me. Until I found the pictures he didn't want me to see.
To my love, I'm sending you a letter first class. It explains my inner feelings so you don't have to ask. I hope you understand the honesty of my past.
You kissed me, Even though I'm a rolling stone. That's when I knew it was over. Hazel eyes met brown; The world I knew from that moment fell away.
By Cheyanne Young9 years ago in Poets
Why do we love? Is there a thing we need? Or are we just selfish? I used to one, One of those. The people that go around,
By Bob nemo9 years ago in Poets
The day I went south. My secret lover remained. He was still on my mouth. His love was contained. A lasting kiss. From his lips to mine.
