love poems

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

Your love might be near
Love will always stay love, In the hearts of the people we love. Love will always stay love, In the heart of the special person in our life.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
Love After loss
I wonder if I’ll ever be loved again, If my past will be too much, and then, I wonder if I’ll be able to let someone in, Will anyone else want to touch my skin?
By Jeons2 years ago in Poets
My Bloody Date
Cigarette lips with burning red cherry kisses, you were a vision of Nosferatu, my dear sweet nightmare The scent of your hunger floating on my skin, before you sank your teeth in, smelled of garlic mixed with decay
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Poets
Home To Me
You're the meaning of home to me. My bright shining sun when the clouds form. A perfect sincere smile when gloom fills my mind. A well lived life is full of seeing the bizarre and unknown and grand exciting experiences. But what is a life well lived without the perfect companion. Smiles that form from the randomness of talking, from the silliness of jokes to the happiness that bursts from you. Sharing each other's lives and being true is what a life well lived will surely do.
By Connor Stermer2 years ago in Poets
We Were Really Here.
Walking through this beautiful place feels like I've been here before, I smell the fresh scent of green grass, taking off my shoes to feel the
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Always Enough
I’ve been loved in the dark, behind closed doors, where bliss was fleeting, just a spark. I’ve been loved so quietly, sometimes I wondered if love was even there.
By Eva A. Schellinger2 years ago in Poets
You Are Perfect
I was drawn to the beauty that was presented before me. Your scent won my heart from afar and just like a bee I got attracted
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)2 years ago in Poets
The Journey of a Single Raindrop
**The Journey of a Single Raindrop** From cloud to earth, I drift alone, A raindrop cast from skies unknown. I leave behind the misty air,
By Danny Prem kumar2 years ago in Poets
Future Echoes
I hear the cry of gulls along with bustling crowds, all around me goes silent, ... I hear only her I see crowded promenades and city lights, my eyes scan and I see nothing ... see nothing but her
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
Our First Sensing
I saw you standing in all black in the bike path with a beach chair and sox cap. _ I was beeper at, and sweared at and heard vile threats of
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
Sacred Breath and Alignment:. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Sacred Breath and Alignment: Embracing Infinite Abundance INTRODUCTION In the fast pace of life, it’s easy to lose sight of the abundant wisdom and resources that are always available to us. This meditation is a reminder to pause, breathe deeply, and reconnect with the limitless potential that lies within and around us. Through this practice, we invite transformation, clarity, and the unfolding of our deepest desires. Every moment holds the power for profound growth, and in this space, we recognize the sacredness of now—an opportunity that will never be repeated. Together, we align with the infinite source of life, love, and abundance, ready to receive more than we can imagine, with grace and ease.
By Denelsia Walker2 years ago in Poets
We Were…
We were… Days and nights of long walks. Up all night on the phone having long talks. We were… Sunday mornings and Friday nights. Even in the dark our spirit was daylight.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets