love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Pain in Rain
Summer is fine Yet raining is not a pain Feelings all are mine Not enjoying rain in itself is a crime though it provokes a drink of champagne
Farewell sunset
Why hold on, inviting sorrow's wrath, When love once vibrant now fades in its path? In joyful days, vows of love were professed,
Whispers of Love
In the quiet of the night, beneath the silver moon, Two hearts entwined, in a dance of love's sweet tune. Whispers of affection, like petals soft and light,
The Sheets
I want to lick every part of you starting with your brain. I want to bask in evening glow wrapped in your sheets. Tell me what to do, give me what you want, I want it to.
Legacy of Love
In the hush of dawn, when the world awakes, And the sun peeks through with golden stakes, A symphony of life begins its play, A timeless dance in the light of day.
Feumbana Njoya FatimatouPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsIt'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 about 9 hours 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 about 10 hours 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 about 11 hours 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 about 19 hours 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 about 19 hours 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 about 19 hours ago in Poets