love poems

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

Feelings Fermented
Betrayal, sour on the novice tongue. Nectar ferments, producing wine. Palate rejects acid taste. Body fueled, tipsy on pain, on passion.
By Iman2 years ago in Poets
Senses
The look... Let me interest you, Tickle your fancy, Grab your attention, Your eyes are on me. The smell... Let me serenade you, Invade your senses, Catch your notice, You on me. The taste... Let me let you Taste, lick, bite Your fingers, lips, When you are done. The magic... Let me be your ruin, Hold you captive Imprison you between my ~thighs~ thoughts, As you come undone. The touch... Let me bear your runes, On my ~skin~ person, The ghost of your name, On my lips like a chant.
By Oladayo Rachael2 years ago in Poets
to propagate our orchard
To propagate our orchard, we slit our fig trees. These sacred clippings flourished—produced buds; thrived. We cared for these new lives—tucked
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets
Smelling You Silly
Sunday morning between your thighs just before noon Milking my words with your pussy’s flowing nectar Every second circling slowly within your tune
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
Choices
Choices "In the labyrinth of life we tread, With every step, a path to thread, A crossroads here, a fork in there, Decisions made with utmost care.
By Vinnu Rana2 years ago in Poets
Feelings
Feelings "Emotions like waves crash on the shore, Echoes of the heart, an inner roar, From joy's bright sun to sorrow's night,
By Vinnu Rana2 years ago in Poets
The end of an excellent challenge
Now, in the last day of the challenge I feel a twinge of sadness, for ‘Breakup nonets’ have been fun and cathartic, for me -
By Heather Scott2 years ago in Poets
Before I Bled
Before I was a bleeding heart, I was {{ruby starfall}}: your cosmic flame of red. Cerise finesse, bursts—in blushed chests: we were
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets
The Decision
“Hello, I freely give you my all.” Ill-prepared for my neediness, You trusted me with your heart. Alas, protecting it, Burdened my spirit.
By Michelle Petties2 years ago in Poets
In Search of One, Found the Other
Often times I sit and wonder, Amidst the bellowing rain and thunder, Of the painting I am painting of days to come, Of the happiness and joy to which I am numb,
By Syed Arabi Khalique2 years ago in Poets
Sorrow Abides
It is better to have loved and lost Than to have never loved at all Grants scant comfort to a man Eviscerated by The harsh excision
By Pitt Griffin2 years ago in Poets
Lustful dreams
My love for rainy days can't be compared to anything Well, that changed when I found myself sitting by the road side under a shade and waiting for my lover while listening to his favourite songs .
By Emem Ini2 years ago in Poets