love poems

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

Not Enough Words to Say What’s on My Mind
What more can I do to make you stay? Memories of us replaying. How much more pain can I take? This facade is cracking, And masquerading
By Asea B Moore2 years ago in Poets
Falling Out
In love's embrace, we danced through the night, Our hearts entwined, bound by delight. But shadows fell upon our path, Fading dreams and echoes wrath.
By Ashley Jennings2 years ago in Poets
Mydriasis Palette . Content Warning.
Your brown eyes enhanced my color wheel and you sowed springtime in my veins You won’t paint on walls that peel like my scabbed remains
By A. Lenae2 years ago in Poets
Fight and flight
Don't tell me to "be rea-son-a-ble" We weren't meant to be seasonal. You time-wasting, lust-chasing, lie-making, heart-breaking,
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Goodbye
The silence fills the space where you stood, Echoes of words misunderstood, Fragile dreams no longer here, Love's whispers disappear,
By Holly Rae2 years ago in Poets
Young Love And Awkward Goodbyes
Look, it’s like that snow-plowed mountain there immovable as Everest Silent, lovely, yet fragile But, like… no, you get me
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
Bellatrix
* She dwells just below the surface in retreat, beneath my skin Extorting the smile on my face smug since the day I let her in
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
The Silence of Love
He was deaf, yet he listened, and she was heard in ways she never had been before. When two souls entwine, they find a language of their own, one that needs no words and seeks no echoes — Love.
By fleeting.serenics2 years ago in Poets
Love, Shando
From Brenda Walsh to Prue Halliwell. You were gifted with a talent that told the story only performance power tells. Remarkable beauty and a heart filled with beauty.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
After we've kissed
When I look at your lips, after we've kissed. The feeling I have is profound. I adore your eyes, every time you gaze at me.
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
Love is great
With every moment, there is love. Because it never ends. It's in the universe searching for the perfect person. It's out there between the stars, searching for the perfect person.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
Temptations and Torment
I'm obsessed with assiduity like a moth is drawn to flame in a place where flint and steel have become somewhat estranged. A lamp long draped in cobwebs, forgotten light guttering, illuminated glass thrilled to draw the arrhythmia of wingbeat fluttering.
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets