love poems

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

Cigarettes and Bedsheets
Oh fuck I'm tired. Tired enough that my blood could become anesthetic. I already know this exhaustion has done me in And put me under.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Done.
Alone from you, I prefer to be, condescending words bother me. Leave me be, you can’t let go. like bad smells, you linger.
By Elizabeth Butler2 years ago in Poets
Finally
It is a waste of my time to care. I feel I do not know anymore. Like the breeze you seem to change. Don’t feel like keeping up.
By Elizabeth Butler2 years ago in Poets
SPRING COLOR
Full of color in the gills Life started blooming Spring color When you are my rock Hearts cried out May the wishes be fulfilled
By zizoo2 years ago in Poets
Conquering
My heart softened just enough to allow a momentary dash of surrender to embellish me. It came over me like a fleeting amount of delirium where forgiveness seemed plausible, that is, as possible as rewriting history can be. I felt as if all could be erased, null and void.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
Teeth in dark
Damp dancing night Why do you hide your smile bloom your buds, open your lips Your teeth are in dark Let it twinkle by the spark
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
It’s Love
Your eyes,, twinkling like stars, glowing with love!! Your smile, laced in happiness, speaking words, silently!! Your touch,
By Moe Radosevich2 years ago in Poets
All My Flowers Die
I adored discourse, you loathed verbose. I craved wild, lilac empires, you dreamt of white, picket homes. I cared for dragon fruit, you:
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets
"I want to be all of me". Content Warning.
"Part One "I want to be me" Shanra" I know I can't sing. But I still love my voice. With my light skin want to be. I'm that rock n roll, that here and now.
By 'Shandra Marie2 years ago in Poets
At Least Not This Life
From out of nowhere, you came to me A love so true, so wild, so free But we knew from early on Our love could never be At least not this life
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Poets
The Cup Shatters
When people say 'break up', It often conjures the image of lovers, In a quarrel, both at their wits' end, Realizing they could not be with each other.
By Karina Thyra2 years ago in Poets
Bees
Bees We have stung each other too often to return to a place of mute anything, humming blindly no longer an option so we pick up our
By Alyson Smith 2 years ago in Poets