love poems

Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.

I miss you so much
Send me a twinkle, light the sky with a flicker. I miss you so much.
By F Cade Swanson2 years ago in Poets
Oh Life
Oh life by George’s Girl At thirty, I danced with joy, full of light, A heart brimming with dreams, it all felt right. Yet time slipped by, like sand in my hand,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of You
It's been years since we parted, Yet I feel you in every space. Wherever I go, you linger, Your absence leaves a hollow trace.
By THiNK2 years ago in Poets
Painted on Moonlight
Streaks of love forlorn Paint scattered star strewn skies whilst Moonlit flowers fall
By Cindy Calder2 years ago in Poets
Holding the Moon
as stars hold the moon, I held you up, watched you shine. come morn, set you free.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Souls Like Seeds
Don’t let go my loveThough the vastness of sky seemsImpenetrable
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Sirius,. AI-Generated.
Sirius, the Star Who Sat in My Lap I have to retract my previous statement about only kissing people I don’t know when paid. 😅 At Sunday service, a sweet little chocolate boy, about one-year old, climbed over his mom and my sister to visit me on the pew—several times! His mom leaned over as I held him and said, "His name is Sirius." She explained that Sirius doesn’t usually go to other people, so I guess she figured I should know his name since we had already bonded.
By Denelsia Walker2 years ago in Poets
Her Name
Her name was Eloise or Adeline He dreamt of her most all the time Never imagined the brutal war going on inside his mind
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
When What Is Real
Crystallized snowflakes Fall thick on my eye lashes Visions Of Fable
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Mary, Love not Lust!
I asked Papa one day, ' Why love dies after a time?' 'It dies with ease, It dies like trees', is all he said I asked my Daddy,'What's the point of LOVE then?'
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Poets
Playing The Same Game
I can beat you at your own game Treat you like you treat me We can do things your way Watch me ignore you for a whole day
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
More Than Enough
Who are you to say I am too much? I have laughed like the first morning sun, breaking over the horizon, casting gold across dew-covered fields and sleepy rooftops.
By RK2 years ago in Poets