love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Let Me Write These Lines For You
Let me write these lines for you Before I bid this place adieu And let my heart pour out its grief Until the words I write imbue
Jowie EspirituPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsENFP's Love Poem
With a heart that brims and a mind that sparks, I fell for you, a love with neon arcs. Your laugh, a melody, your smile, a ray,
Diorino GalvanoPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsENTP's Love Poem
You don't want a sonnet, that's far too tame, For an ENTP's love, a wilder flame. Forget soft whispers, predictable sighs,
Diorino GalvanoPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsTragedy Transient traces
Stay with me time you are the one making me fine You are always mine like shadows hiding in Sunshine Tracks too races
Grace In Bloom
The rain has passed, the earth's reborn, With tender shoots that greet the morn The sun, with golden warmth and light,
Ties That Bind
If God was the spool and we were the thread Life made us the fool and loves power is dead If people would do the things that they said Love could heal the wounds and would win in the end But what is and what is hoped for are not always the same Love is a list of unfortunate chores and a myriad of redundant games
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsMy World
Written or reborn Creating my tomorrows My happy ending
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsThe Red Volkswagen Lady
It was a little past 11 am on a Saturday morning in mid February My bodys' alarm clock usually woke me up around 9 but I had been up until 4 a.m. fretting about some shit that happened at work the previous day
Cosmos
Three bodies floating through reality Circling around a center None dare enter For if any one has full control All falls apart
Atomic HistorianPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsYes, But Only With You
In my dream, we claim the lonesome shady oval of the dandelion field and lounge on a blanket whose only sentiment is that we are both impressed by its color.
Sam Eliza GreenPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsA Few Haiku
Whether rain or snow I am like a postwoman. I am on the go! ~ My honey and I
Denise E LindquistPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsMy Dearest Thunderstorms
My Dearest Thunderstorms, Oh, how you electrify my world! Your arrival is like a clandestine affair between the heavens and the earth. When your dark clouds gather, I feel a thrill in the air, a promise of something wild and untamed.
Sarah SegrawskiPublished about 16 hours ago in Poets