love poems

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

Self-Love
In the mirror, I see my face, A reflection of strength, a quiet grace. Through every flaw and every scar, I learn to love just who you are. No need for others to validate, The love I give won't hesitate. For in my heart, I’ve learned to find, A peace within, both pure and kind. I lift myself with every fall, Stand taller after feeling small. Embrace the journey, long and wide, With self-love always by my side. I honour the battles I have won, For I am enough, just as I’ve begun. No need to search, no need to hide, I hold my worth, with arms open wide.
By Jagadeeswaran Selvaraj2 years ago in Poets
The Morning After (I fall deeper with every thing you do.)
It isn't the blinding sun that jars me awake (you closed the curtains because you know I despise the sun before 8am), but the gentle symphony of your sweet nothings, whispers in my hair, and the morning bird (I swear it's singing Love Me For the Both of Us).
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
Deviled Eggs
The deviled eggs on my legs smell Of the half-elves from hell that have sprung from their shell To quell the chaos between summer and Christmas
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Distance Between Us
Your eyes, a sky I'd never seen, Shining in colors hard to believe. When you smiled, the world stood still, And my heart loved you against its will.
By Bardo Hernandez2 years ago in Poets
First love
A spark that dances in the chest, A secret whispered, long confessed, A glance that lingers, shy and sweet, Where innocence and wonder meet.
By Vickys Secrets2 years ago in Poets
When Hearts Beat as One
They say it's just a story told, A love so strong, so pure, so bold. Where hearts beat in a single sound, And in each other’s pain, they’re bound.
By Shwet Prabha Baiswar2 years ago in Poets
idk, wdym
Our minds once entertained, on a cold, barren winter, when snow refused to fall, a week of intellectual wonder, Now and again, we reminisce on the
By Karina Thyra2 years ago in Poets
Washing her hair
My eyes lose themselves in unruly cascades of raspberry brunette seduction just two shades lighter than the luminous orbs that are her eyes, setting off a jaw and cheekbone that make me weak at the knees, and my heart skips a beat, but she calls me to task
By Paul A. Merkley2 years ago in Poets
Bittersweet
I taste: it is the honeyed smoothness of life. You touch: it is the truculent grittiness of sandpaper. I see: it is the gracious goodness of light.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
Intimacy & The Act of Making Love
Her fingers gently caressing my chest, The aroma of sex enchanting the air, I stare in the eyes memorized as I kiss her, With a whisper as soft as a snowflake in flight,
By Dylan 2 years ago in Poets
ENCHANTED EVENING
In the dark of night, silence reigns. Yet, even in that stillness, the faint hum of insects echoes from within the bushes. Gazing up at the sky, darkness envelops everything, an endless expanse of blackness. But on that velvet black canvas, tiny stars twinkle like small dots, shining brightly and smiling. As I gazed at the stars, an inexplicable joy filled my heart. While reveling in their beauty, the moon gradually emerged from behind the clouds, unveiling its radiance to the world. Entranced by its beauty, I stood mesmerized. The moon played hide-and-seek among the clouds, its glimpses tantalizing me. The stars twinkled like winking eyes, and the trees, as if delighted by the spectacle, swayed their branches in a gentle dance. The gentle breeze caressed me, and I stood transfixed, my eyes drinking in the breathtaking scene. As I beheld this enchanting panorama, my eyes grew wide with wonder, and I was lost in the beauty of the night.
By Asera2 years ago in Poets
Compassionate Love
In gentle whispers, love takes flight, A steady flame through darkest night. It heals the wounds we cannot see, A gift of grace, eternally. Through every tear, it softly flows, In every heart, compassion grows. No need for words, no need for pride, For in this love, all fears subside. It gives without a thought of gain, A balm for sorrow, joy through pain. A selfless act, a hand that stays, Through storm and calm, through nights and days. Compassionate love, pure and true, In every touch, it starts anew. A bond that time cannot unmake, The love we give, the love we take.
By Jagadeeswaran Selvaraj2 years ago in Poets