love poems

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

In the Quiet of Our Home
In the quiet of our home, the shadows stretch long, echoing the whispers of dreams I once chased— now tucked away, like old letters,
By Erin Perez2 years ago in Poets
Superman
Look! Up in the sky It’s a bird. It’s a plane. No Just a lame hero ***** This lets me double down on challenges, since it works for both the Sky Ku challenge and Matthew Fromm’s challenge.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Leader Of The Band
Still is the night, dark the dreams I am dreaming If the music lost sound, my soul could feel the beat beating Levitate to the rhythm
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Reclaiming Our Hearts
In the shadows of a heart unclaimed, I stand, a single mom, unnamed. With dreams that dance in twilight's glow, Yet love, it seems, won’t let me go.
By Erin Perez2 years ago in Poets
Writing in The Dark
The sun feeds from Spirit, So eat of it. The Earth is nurtured by Spirit, So feed off of it. Make sure all you ingest, Do it as Spirits guest.
By Keith McHugh2 years ago in Poets
Rainbow
As the skies begin to grow grey, And the rain starts to pour, What do you say? Want to dance with me in the rain just once more?
By Chloe Unfiltered2 years ago in Poets
I (Now) Fly Alone
Storm cellar is shut. Failed to say, you went alone. I'm in the cyclone.
By Steven Rice2 years ago in Poets
the taste of love
My fingers are stained orange, Smelling of citrus, they peeled Your tangerines. I give you The olives I’ve discarded. You put your ice cubes in my cup,
By daphne gray2 years ago in Poets
Ode For My Muse
Introduction I can't write a real Ode because I am not great at dealing with complex forms. So what I intend to do is write three ten-line verses, the strophe (objective), the antistrophe (subjective), and the epode (conclusive). I don't know if it will work, but I know it will be an excellent poem if the format is not perfect.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Cinnamon. Top Story - October 2024.
Blood in my throat wastes time. I'm lying. I frankly don’t care if he finds me! My mouth sounds, my body sounds. * Find anything else. Look at the red sky
By Joe Nasta2 years ago in Poets
Search 🔍
I always go in search of something better I search for life in my own places Sometimes I get something and sometimes I don't
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
The Choir Chorus
In the hush before dawn breaks, Whispers of the night do fade, A chorus stirs, the world awakes, Voices woven, light displayed.
By CHRISTIAN P2 years ago in Poets