Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
When the bomb starts to fall, Plummeting towards the Earth Remember what you whispered In my ear the night before. As it explodes and the air
By LJ Chaplin9 years ago in Poets
Ahhhh, A different perspective. A mindless gauntlet of self-perfection A winding river of self-reflection. Limited from a life of much repression
By Daniel Joseph9 years ago in Poets
All we have is borrowed time. You and I are running on this little time. Right at this moment, it’s all we have. Borrowed time and false vows.
By loneworld9 years ago in Poets
Of thee, I do not know much still I cannot help but gaze. Thy divine beauty is such that it sets my soul ablaze. Hair of fire, eyes of jade,
By Karim Mami9 years ago in Poets
Not this all consuming, overwhelming, obsessive and possessive. I need you. Can't live without you. Suffocating. Love.
By Nikki Michelle9 years ago in Poets
Your arms around my waist, My fingers stroke your brow, In your arms I feel safe, Don't ever let me go, Trust that I have faith,
By Chloe Urquhart9 years ago in Poets
Say it, SEX, it's real. We all need it, we all have to have it. I thoroughly enjoy playing with my partner's penis, It's mine to play with, suck it, tease it between my teeth,
By Crystal Korpan9 years ago in Poets
She is the one I love Yet she reaches for you Crying out your countless epithets- Black Eagle- You take her where I can not
By J Hirtle9 years ago in Poets
What bittersweet escapade is this? Raucous laughter buried in tears For days and weeks and months and years Seeking solace in morning's kiss
By Daniel Cole9 years ago in Poets
What about poetry? What about love and loss? Is there in this world someone who can transcend life, As the one considered to have not lived a life?
By Rose Charles9 years ago in Poets
I wake up early, I see his sweet face there beside me. The blankets are half off him, I see his naked body and part of his penis, it's almost erect,
I wish to speak in ellipsis and asterisk Dots and dashes Etcetera to thought crashes That trickled from the words of this mouth
By Heather Climer9 years ago in Poets
