love poems

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

Ode to a Dramatic Crab
Holding on to what we could have been, Pretending it might go our way, Does us no good in the end. Still hoping that you'll stay.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro2 years ago in Poets
Battle of the heart
Ever since love left my heart I’ve been Constantly at war with myself Don’t let romantic hope die Just give love endless tries
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Bittersweet Symphony
The end is never truly the end Memories don't end, their echoes Play soft and delicate tones On the strings of my heart Familiar sadness
By Catsidhe2 years ago in Poets
Twin Flame
Two souls, star-crossed. Cue: love's rendezvous. Comets crash, irreversible collusion of pathways cataclysmic fates looped on replay
By Alex2 years ago in Poets
Fragments our past
Fragments scattered like a broken glass All remnants of our distraught past Relief comes and goes to fast Each moment haunting me
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Naïveté
we built our nest from naïveté doubts, hopes, corruptive sacrifice finally the pain weighed down I fell off while you stayed,
By Bridget Couture2 years ago in Poets
a teaspoon full of honey
Forage—work: unseen. Your iphone-eyes cast “ludwig” on a rose— I grow the earth— your dreams. A teaspoon full of honey is my
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets
Growing
Forever seemed a good idea at the time. Fantasies transform into new realities. Seasons change. Growth occurs. We take each other’s
By Reiley2 years ago in Poets
Singing with the Raindrops
In the gentle hush of falling rain, A melody whispers, soft and plain. Each droplet dances on the leaves, A symphony the sky weaves.
By trisno widodo2 years ago in Poets
The Ethereal Quintessence of First Love
First love is a peculiarity that possesses a remarkable specialty in the human experience, frequently described by its significant close to home force, guilelessness, and unspeakable excellence. This short lived at this point significant period of life has roused incalculable artists all through the ages, catching the substance of young captivation and the mixed aches of longing. In this paper, we will investigate the subtleties of first love, exemplified in a sonnet that winds around together the strings of guiltlessness, enthusiasm, and possible grief.
By MOSIE hazime2 years ago in Poets
House of Fire
You're the best thing to happen to me. intimate friend, lover, partner. Burning passion. But then you stopped being there. Our flame
By Sawyer Kuhl2 years ago in Poets
Shadowed Goodbyes
Shadows did loom where love once shined bright, Laughter drowned in endless night, Our promises break, turn to lies, Hope fades as passion dies,
By J.E. Garza2 years ago in Poets