love poems

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

Floorboard Whispers
I found you out. Peeled up the floorboards And peered into the dark. . Books, piles of them. Millions of them Crowding up the walls.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Not to get into the game is a kind of advanced life wisdom
I think the reason I like being alone. It's because I know that If I'm alone. I know that if I'm alone, no one will bother me or change my mood.
By Jack.song2 years ago in Poets
Last Train Back Home
#From today I am beginning a new series of poems Lonely Series Lightless Shadow P1 Last Train Back Home (poem) The last hope, while I hop in
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
A Moment Acted. Content Warning.
A Moment Acted Interpretive glances Will she do it? Silence passes One willing misfit — My bare midriff Her stunning thighs
By A Lady with a Pen2 years ago in Poets
Forbidden love
I had a brother whom I so loved much although we both were from different mother, he loved me too but most times he hurts me indirectly because he’s mother my father’s wife never liked me. All the goods thing were alll his, fame, money and lastly the woman I loved so dearly also was his.
By Sophie Richard 2 years ago in Poets
I Miss You
I miss us… The simpler times, When we were young and dumb I miss the innocence Of our times together. I miss that look in your eyes
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️2 years ago in Poets
Love's Hilarious Odyssey
In the Land of Lost Luggage and Twisty Turns, Where each new bend brings unexpected burns, We set out, you and I, for an adventure grand,
By Tale Weaver2 years ago in Poets
Santa Rosa County
Buried our hearts On a land that wasn’t ours Red soil and unforgiving boil Barely covered up. Where our smiles died Carelessly laid to rest
By Jack Friend2 years ago in Poets
Love is immortal
Love is immortal. As it always stays in our hearts. Love is immortal. Whatever happens, we never forget. We always keep loving and falling in love.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
Heartfelt Symphony
In twilight’s embrace, hearts gently sing, Melodies of love, on soft strings, Whispers dance through the night air, Tender moments we share,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
When I'm not anymore
And when I am six feet underground, With bugs consuming my earthly mound, They'll catch glimpses of your face, In the presence of this resting place.
By Sandhyaa2 years ago in Poets
Burnt Matches
Striking burnt matches on the ground Counting harsh words out of our mouths Building small fires out of ash Another step from what is passed
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets