Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
we built Us with a capital U a treehouse in a blue winter wood (the one we stumbled upon together in the dead center of our clasped hands)
By M.L. Sukala9 years ago in Poets
Tears are rolling down my face, I simply don’t know what to do, My mind grasps not time nor space, Since I have no choice but to live without you.
By H.L. Dowless9 years ago in Poets
The opposite of what I want Repellent and attraction in one package It makes me smile and cry at the same time It makes me hate the fact that I love sometimes
By Adrian Ruiz9 years ago in Poets
I'm a woman and I'm longing to be played with I'm not afraid to say it I'm longing to be played with but not in the way you may assume
By Shanine Alessia9 years ago in Poets
go farther back now, before the good day before the teddy bear hug. before the flashbulb smiles and giggles bubbling like
A walking talking contradiction You & I We both seek loveAs we can both give unconditionallyWe want to receive loveBut yet we won't take the proper steps to be in love
By Faye Anon9 years ago in Poets
Walking down the hall, feeling so down. Talking to my best friend, wondering why he left me. She says 'Go away', I turn around...
By Phoenixica249 years ago in Poets
Young love is failure after failure, dark, wrong, and meaningless. Developing each emotion in a twisted, tangled mark. Complicated, dramatic as a leech
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
