Poems About Love by New Members
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Poems about love by new members. Poems written by members who joined within the last 30 days.
Inexplicably
I have an odd wish
To be devoured
To be known in my entirety
studied and then, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Taste me and spit me out
But know my taste
And know it well.
My wish involves wolves
And moonlight
And dark eyeliner.
There is soft hair, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Savour me. Me, a saviour.
I want to bless the mouth
Of a starving monster
So they will never, ever
Forget the sight of me.
Nor the feel of me
Upon a rough tongue
That...
To be devoured
To be known in my entirety
studied and then, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Taste me and spit me out
But know my taste
And know it well.
My wish involves wolves
And moonlight
And dark eyeliner.
There is soft hair, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Savour me. Me, a saviour.
I want to bless the mouth
Of a starving monster
So they will never, ever
Forget the sight of me.
Nor the feel of me
Upon a rough tongue
That...
#breakup
#emotions
#love #relationships
#love #relationships
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Inexplicably
I have an odd wish
To be devoured
To be known in my entirety
studied and then, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Taste me and spit me out
But know my taste
And know it well.
My wish involves wolves
And moonlight
And dark eyeliner.
There is soft hair, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Savour me. Me, a saviour.
I want to bless the mouth
Of a starving monster
So they will never, ever
Forget the sight of me.
Nor the feel of me
Upon a rough tongue
That...
To be devoured
To be known in my entirety
studied and then, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Taste me and spit me out
But know my taste
And know it well.
My wish involves wolves
And moonlight
And dark eyeliner.
There is soft hair, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Savour me. Me, a saviour.
I want to bless the mouth
Of a starving monster
So they will never, ever
Forget the sight of me.
Nor the feel of me
Upon a rough tongue
That...
#breakup
#emotions
#love #relationships
#love #relationships
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Inexplicably
I have an odd wish
To be devoured
To be known in my entirety
studied and then, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Taste me and spit me out
But know my taste
And know it well.
My wish involves wolves
And moonlight
And dark eyeliner.
There is soft hair, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Savour me. Me, a saviour.
I want to bless the mouth
Of a starving monster
So they will never, ever
Forget the sight of me.
Nor the feel of me
Upon a rough tongue
That...
To be devoured
To be known in my entirety
studied and then, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Taste me and spit me out
But know my taste
And know it well.
My wish involves wolves
And moonlight
And dark eyeliner.
There is soft hair, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Savour me. Me, a saviour.
I want to bless the mouth
Of a starving monster
So they will never, ever
Forget the sight of me.
Nor the feel of me
Upon a rough tongue
That...
#breakup
#emotions
#love #relationships
#love #relationships
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Inexplicably
I have an odd wish
To be devoured
To be known in my entirety
studied and then, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Taste me and spit me out
But know my taste
And know it well.
My wish involves wolves
And moonlight
And dark eyeliner.
There is soft hair, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Savour me. Me, a saviour.
I want to bless the mouth
Of a starving monster
So they will never, ever
Forget the sight of me.
Nor the feel of me
Upon a rough tongue
That...
To be devoured
To be known in my entirety
studied and then, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Taste me and spit me out
But know my taste
And know it well.
My wish involves wolves
And moonlight
And dark eyeliner.
There is soft hair, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Savour me. Me, a saviour.
I want to bless the mouth
Of a starving monster
So they will never, ever
Forget the sight of me.
Nor the feel of me
Upon a rough tongue
That...
#breakup
#emotions
#love #relationships
#love #relationships
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Love Isn't Always Like the Poets Say.
Ugh.
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
#emotions
#love
#universe #war
#universe #war
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Love Isn't Always Like the Poets Say.
Ugh.
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
#emotions
#love
#universe #war
#universe #war
64 reads
0 Comments
Love Isn't Always Like the Poets Say.
Ugh.
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
#emotions
#love
#universe #war
#universe #war
64 reads
0 Comments
Love Isn't Always Like the Poets Say.
Ugh.
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
#emotions
#love
#universe #war
#universe #war
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0 Comments
Dates And Maturity
#aging
#dating
#love
30 reads
Dates And Maturity
#aging
#dating
#love
30 reads
Dates And Maturity
#aging
#dating
#love
30 reads
Something to do with murder and love?
#angels
#devil
#love #murder
#love #murder
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DU Poetry : Poems About Love by New Members