love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
It's Cold
I think that I like the cold because it makes me feel awake. It reminds me that I am alive as it bites me, Burns my lungs and turns my skin to stone.
Obsidian WordsPublished 2 days ago in PoetsLove is the Rainbow and the Rain
How easy it was to touch the sky. Kissing you for the first time. Your touch made me fly, but your love was a disguise. I took you at your word. Words twisted in lies.
Cat BrooksPublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe sparking Feather
In the strong and furious gale, when no one was about, an observing guy saw, all of a sudden, a feather most adorable.
P.A.Vinura JayasankaPublished 2 days ago in PoetsFriend or My Love... Who Are You, My Dear...
Friend or my love... Who are you, my dear... Friend or my love... Who are you, my dear... You ask to sleep on my lap...
Under the Surface
Under the surface in my dream There lies alone my everything More beautiful I cannot see Charm is her manifold stalking She makes love to me by being
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 2 days ago in PoetsSunday Spirits
Mary, warm your stone soul Through the glass pours morning light We’re in our prime, and you’re a star You are my drink, my recipe, my cure
Christy MunsonPublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe Dinosaur in the Room
The elephant in the room, More like a dinosaur in our bed-room, Was an ignored omen of our doom. The unaddressable dinosaur in our room.
Iselle CardenasPublished 2 days ago in PoetsIt never was
How can I be sad over something I never had? Fondness that, for me, had started to grow, my emotions were playing catch and throw.
Christina VanhaerentsPublished 2 days ago in PoetsMy Dark Room
In my dark room Wondering if the reason you can't sleep Is the same reason I can't sleep too I'm swerving the news, and everything around me reminds me so much of you
Frankie MartinelliPublished 2 days ago in Poets- AI-Generated
"Song of the Seventh Note"
Birds take off overhead, Sun cries tears. The fountain of melodies streams, In the green bird's mouth. The scent of the backwoods, the shadow of mists,
Aysha IslamPublished 2 days ago in Poets The path of love
I look into your eyes. And fell deep inside. Not knowing how to go out. I just enjoy the smile. With every path of your hair.
Joe Bou KhalilPublished 2 days ago in PoetsClear Thoughts
Burning in silence, why do my thoughts feel so clear, when I am sitting with you.
James GreenPublished 2 days ago in Poets