Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Before we met the world was dark. I was alone and no one heard my cries. Life was like a constant bombardment from a snark.
By Rebecca Saepic8 years ago in Poets
I ask questions to the things that you do when you give me no reason to Trust me you are perfect, as they say a little too good to be true
By Bethany ..8 years ago in Poets
I wish this pain would go away This tiredness of feeling helpless This pain to my heart and my mind I wish it would go away
By Jasmine Hunt8 years ago in Poets
I am not the person I ought to be. They view me as beautiful and kind, But in all honesty, I am anything but. I will learn your favourite songs on piano,
By Dyanna Kampman8 years ago in Poets
How many ways can I say, "I Love You." Something felt so deep, my soul can barely contain My heart screams across this distance for you
By Gary Jackson8 years ago in Poets
I look forward to bed time, I love our room and our big bed. When I'm in our bed, I get all comfy, starting to fall asleep when Kippur
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
Our hearts are precious, so are our minds. We think of all things. Love, friendship… Sweet laughs and kisses, all kinds of things.
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
She used to think she was weird for liking her that way. Her friends were always talking about guys they admired. They would ask her what she think but she would not say.
I was lost in the idea of being taken to cloud nine. Where butterflies fly day and night in my stomach. The sweet yearning for kisses and dates we could never figure out where we would dine.
I saw your face beautiful and full of mischief I began to wonder what was behind your beauty and twisted in your brain. I wondered what your darkest secret was
By Destinee Zarrelli8 years ago in Poets
David A name that will be permanently engrained in my head A name that now, whenever it falls on my ears, will draw back memories of a happy time
By Hannah Sanders8 years ago in Poets
I can’t wait till the moment all of this becomes memories. All these little moments. Memories in time. Memories and all our minds.
By Gracie James8 years ago in Poets
