love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Guidance
You were the brave one You walked the path Before I even came along I want to thank you for that. If not for your guidance,
Hailey Marchand-NazzaroPublished about a month ago in PoetsI Will Live The Fantasy
For once, talking to someone doesn't feel like a competition where I am losing to myself and the other person revels in seeing me crumble.
Angel AdagioPublished about a month ago in PoetsTongue-Tied
How am I supposed to tell you how I feel when I look at you and can't get a word out? With those curls hanging down over coffee-colored eyes and the way you look at me,
Kay HusnickPublished about a month ago in PoetsMercury and Competition
Mercury! What came up to your mind with that? Did your mind say, Mercury, Venus, Earth.. No, No, it's not that.. What I mean here,
P.A.Vinura JayasankaPublished about a month ago in PoetsGoodbye
my heart is in pieces. it hurts in ways I cannot explain. am not sure time was meant to heal all. how do I live with this, that you are now but a whisper in the night
esther hopePublished about a month ago in PoetsLove’s lobotomy
Our ecstasy was a lobotomy Spirit, heart, and brain severed and rewired A fiend consumed by thoughts of you and me Pangs of desire for your essence transpired
Kenneth cruzPublished about a month ago in PoetsLost to gain
I know nothing about my biologically mother, I hope she had red hair and fair skin like I see in my dreams and imagination. I hope she loved to read like I do, I hope she wrote incredible stories, I hope she had a gentle voice, I hope she loved to dance and did it gracefully like I do. My coach says “you are a natural.”
esther hopePublished about a month ago in PoetsBeautiful angel
Her skin darkened by the sun Hair always under a scarf You should see her children I imagine their source was stunning
esther hopePublished about a month ago in PoetsChameleon
I’m a chameleon One in a million Which only means there are a thousand others like me You may not like me My skin is rough
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsMy One
A note to my sweetheart, My love and best friend, My home and my haven from now ‘til the end, I wanted to take this moment to say,
Merrie SandersPublished about a month ago in PoetsThe Mess Inside
The darkness he brings is only sickness or could it be eternal bliss I'm trapped in this internal mess I don't know if I need to get out of this
Jessica BurbyPublished about a month ago in PoetsWhen you are old - William Butler Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
John LennonPublished about a month ago in Poets