love poems

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

Fifteen. First Place in Sensational II Challenge.
A finger scratches on a guitar string and abruptly I remember how the sunlight unzipped your peridot eyes under dappled summer leaves
By Ava Mack2 years ago in Poets
rolled in smoke and sun. Runner-up in Sensational II Challenge.
roll my body up like cigarette paper, tobacco slid against your nose drink me up like steeping tea, bergamot inhaled slowly with eyes closed
By R.C. Taylor2 years ago in Poets
A Dance Of Hearts
A Dance of Hearts In a realm where laughter softly reigns, A playful heart beats, free from chains. With every chuckle, a spark ignites,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Senseless in Love
When our hands brush, our hearts meet, even though our minds clash. One gaze into your deep blue eyes fills my stomach with butterflies.
By Sasha Chaply2 years ago in Poets
My Senses
With my brown eyes, I saw you there. I called out, “Hey!”—no name, just a flare. I touched my lips and blew you a kiss. Tasting bbq ribs, from my lunch before this.
By A.Angelina2 years ago in Poets
Two Miles
FIRST MILE The sun is hidden by a few grey clouds, maybe two, I caught a glimpse of a raindrop falling. I remember when the band I was in used to bring in a crowd but now it's just a few.
By Conrad Ilesia2 years ago in Poets
In Shadows Of Ink
In Shadows of Ink In the quiet corners of her restless mind, A lonely poet weaves, searching for what’s kind. With ink-stained fingers, she pours out her soul,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
My French Bulldog
With a snort and a wag, you’re always here, Full of love and always near. In your eyes, I see something true, A loyal friend, just me and you.
By Bardo Hernandez2 years ago in Poets
Kindling. Top Story - October 2024.
In my mind, you still sit beneath a plum-dusk sky gilded in shimmery spray of silver leaf I swallow- tastes of charred marshmallow and green wood sap reawaken on my tongue
By Penny Fuller2 years ago in Poets
The Good Moments…
I’ll just hold on to the good moments the precious moments that passed between us. They were real. There is no reason why they couldn’t be. The ending does not dictate the journey. The journey is the journey no matter how it ends. Had it not happened this way would the journey be different? Would I be questioning its validity? The clear answer is no. So I won’t question it now. I’ll hold on to those precious moments and the moments in between. They were real..
By LiciaEmber2 years ago in Poets
The Power Of Pure Joy. Top Story - October 2024.
the smell of the puddles calls me to play, i stomp and i giggle enjoying the day the sun warms my skin with its soft, gentle rays, making me happy the clouds found me today
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Sensing Halloween
I see the costumes and decorations. Did you hear that? It’s October celebration. Unhand me. I love the taste of candy. I also smell it through the bag, no brag, but
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets