love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I will always care
I'll commit a terrible mistake A dark sin, a horrid death Just to see your face. And don't tell me you won't call Cause it already kills me
Rutuja PagarPublished about 10 hours ago in PoetsIf only you knew
8/5/21 If Only You Knew To want something so much you can almost feel it on your fingertips But then you open your eyes and nothing is there
Coreanna HunterPublished about 10 hours ago in Poets
certainty
it comes but once to any or all springing erupt between the earth sudden winter upon a hearth a sizzling summer touch
Melt
12/13/19 Melt. That is a much better word, He told me That looking into my eyes Melts him, That it’s weakening. He said before that
Emery PinePublished about 11 hours ago in Poets
God is in Miami Beach
It all started the night we took mushrooms on Miami Beach He took off his suit so I took off mine (my bikini’s still buried somewhere in the sand)
Neysa KingPublished about 12 hours ago in Poets
A Blurry Truth
08/23/20 There’s this boy I used to know, With chocolate brown eyes… Or… maybe they were sea green-blue. I can’t quite remember.
Emery PinePublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsWhen I See Him
He does not see what I see when I look at him. I see a man who can make me laugh when I do not want to, a man who cares not just for me but everyone, a man who is one of the last true gentlemen in this world.
Adaline ArcherPublished about 13 hours ago in Poets
Flowers for Myself
My femininity does not give away submission This flower crown does not represent my surrender I will not fall to your thundering demands
Lindsey LugardoPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsI Still Leave Space For You
I still leave space for you in my bed. I didn’t realize that I had even been doing it Until one day I was changing the sheets,
Rachel ScottPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsEveryone secret.
Make a mockery, not of just, but she, In fragile earth and deathly calm, she rides. Tell not that tale to me. For should I ride, on waters crest, or cry my last at river’s edge?
Germaine MooneyPublished about 14 hours ago in Poets
A Sonnet for Sabrina
Not having you near; a thorn in my mind Hurting and swelling into painful screams Memories of your kisses; my sweet wine Your smile, your dancing glee always my dreams
Bazooka TeachesPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsUnapologetically You
This isn't a made for TV movie I never expect to get my own way I just wanna move you Like you move me Would that be okay?
Frankie MartinelliPublished about 14 hours ago in Poets
