Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
They say that the person you think of while your life is flashing Before your eyes is the one that you love the most. If that were
By A. Rose9 years ago in Poets
‘i want sex, come here’ o knight in silver armour o my lord, at once i exist only for the benefit of thine shining genitals
By Sam G9 years ago in Poets
The only silence for my tongue Is found on the surface of your skin; A salty beach where I linger. Caressing lips protest and hold me;
By LP Steinbeck9 years ago in Poets
You told me that I was light and you were the moth Drawn to my like I’m holding a golden ticket elsewhere. We just met and you have broken every boundary I put into place
"Yes, my dear. I was waiting for you. Before I even met you, I was waiting for you. Always. That night. That holy night that I met you, your naked body I was holding for the first time, those tears I couldn't hold.
By 0 09 years ago in Poets
Thank you for everything you have done for me, And being there always watching out for me, Since I was small, I am grown up now,
By Crystal Korpan9 years ago in Poets
Come closer, I'm not a fire. Fires can be put out by the rivers. Or storms. I'm not a fire. Come closer, I'm not the wind.
“I love you,” he says. It means so much when being held on my bed, head dangling away from where I should be looking, unable to move from the sudden shock of what ever happened tonight.
By Ti Ana9 years ago in Poets
I'm talking about you and me. A light and a shadow. A bright star and a dark ship. The night, the wind, the silence. The sea surrounding us.
I stopped believing that a soul was found in a person, feeling doubtful when looking at empty eyes of passersby. But that changed when I found yours
There are days when I am feeling blue, but that changes when I think of you. Can't seem to get you off of my mind, I picture your smile most of the time.
By Stephanie Small9 years ago in Poets
MY TWO BEST TIMES OUT OF THE YEAR ARE HALLOWEEN AND CHRISTMAS. Halloween, I love the scary theme, to decorate with creepy, scary stuff.
