love poems

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

THERAPY SESSION
It's crazy how we love the dark side A dark side which is hard for us to decide Between us, simple love is hard to provide
By Precious Usese2 years ago in Poets
Thinking of You
I met you when I was young You were fairly young too Something in your eyes spoke to me I’d never seen that shade of blue
By Noah Nelson2 years ago in Poets
Torn apart
We spoke each other fluently; like a language only you and I can read. And yet, I still look for those missing pages that you tore out when
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Drown Me
I look around and see their true colors now Your storm is the only one for me So rain down until I can’t breath Pour your water on me till I can’t see
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Four Clover Leaf
In a sea of emerald grass, a treasure hides and gleams, A four-leaf clover shares tales of love and secret dreams. First leaf whispers hope in gentle, quiet tones, Second leaf brings faith and strength amidst life's unknown zones. Third leaf murmurs of tender love that never fades away, Fourth leaf speaks of luck and chance, in life's fortune everyday. Four leaves combine, a charm of symbol pure and free, A metaphor for dreams and love, a life with you and me.
By Pallabi Saikia2 years ago in Poets
Loves Decay
Surviving off breadcrumbs for so long Gaslights lit my path through darkness Forced my square in your circle Even though it was wrong
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Farewell Lover. Content Warning.
Orchids dot the valley carved by God, The devil paved our way in gold. Won’t forget your childish glee, Looking out from that cliff.
By Jerry Liang2 years ago in Poets
Space Opera
We were traveling through space when a lunar tempest diverted your heart from mine. You however were salvaged by a lone spaceman bearing wine,
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
A Promise
Who would have thought I will have my first Commitment ring in June Most women dream to be a June bride To be wed on an 8, 18 or 28
By Windchime2 years ago in Poets
Countdown
Nothing makes me smash my delete button Faster than feeble attempts to say You are the star that I orbit. Running out of oxygen
By Jack Friend2 years ago in Poets
Ruin
We melted adhesives over our interlocked fingers to prevent detachment anxiety. It failed, yet quietly. Ending my devout
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
The Love-Laden DIY Debacle
In a house of dreams where love’s the glue, We embarked on a project, just us two. With a hammer in hand and a hopeful heart,
By Tale Weaver2 years ago in Poets