Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I love his imperfections, and count his every pore. I stroke his bitten fingertips, his grey hairs I adore. I kiss his moles and eye bags, his smelly morning breath. I worship every part of him, each wrinkle and each cleft.
By Pink Joker8 years ago in Poets
Breathing you in deeply The scent trapped in my thoughts Under a euphoric trance We start getting hot. Coming in close to taste your lips
By Lola Ray8 years ago in Poets
let us partake of this Banishment. from the Immortal Cup, the Wine of Ages. let us consume what is Forbidden. Time will stop,
By Robyn Welborne8 years ago in Poets
Sometimes being Alive Seems more Difficult than Giving birth To a Human being. The stress, The worries, The heart aches,
By Meaza Love8 years ago in Poets
Touch me without using your hands, so that seven months down the line when you're gone and I've found myself alone in a dark room,
By Caitlin Reid8 years ago in Poets
love to a tortured soul is like the rain. you spend your whole life covering up running out of the way to ensure you never feel
By Elisa Brooks8 years ago in Poets
I never understood why my peers subjected themselves to boys who craved their curves over their words, boys who told them pretty lies
Undeniably Love destroys And love creates Only sometimes, it creates cruelty rather than conviviality And destroys delight rather than depression
By Kitty <38 years ago in Poets
I am a poet and this notepad is my muse. I free handily wrote all the lines and words into for wishing for a reason. Reasons because of you...
By Rosalyn Davis8 years ago in Poets
The sizzling temperature of my vein Feels like a premature, familiar pain I carry an uncomfortable shame
By Andrew Schrader8 years ago in Poets
I haven't heard your voice for so long, that once played in my ears like a beautiful song. I haven't seen your beautiful face, but why do I love you in every single ways.
By Raphael Rolfanep8 years ago in Poets
When I am with you, I bloom like a flower. You love me and leave me for months. You absence is stone cold, no light, no love, nothing to live for,
By Tanya Hadzhieva8 years ago in Poets
