love poems

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

The Fictional Love
I have read so many romance novels to live parts of my life within them. Each have brought so much joy, but remind me that those versions of love are fictional and I need to settle for the reality of the bare minimum.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Me and the virgin girl. Content Warning.
Let it be sweet. It's not about you or me. Regardless of who started, Please turn over. break down, and bunt to avoid discomfort.
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
maybe someday
I rarely take on writing challenges, much less challenges from other writers... but something about a recent request from fellow Vocal writer Novel Allen intrigued me.
By Jonathan Apollo2 years ago in Poets
What is Love? Do You Know?
Sex is just a short-term pleasure, a hug may be just a moment of warmth, and a date is only the beginning of a romantic journey. Even if we chat and communicate continuously, it is only a superficial touch of emotion.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Echo of love
With every moment of life, Let the voice of love be heard. Let the heart beat to be enjoyed by every person in life. Let every moment be heard by people's voices.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
Tell me your thoughts
Let's play a game. Close your eyes, with positive thoughts about me, to you keep your eyes closed and use your brain,
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
Random Thoughts #1
In the far reaches of my mind, it lingers. Its soft caress always draws me in closer. An indescribable feeling of anger, happiness, liberty and everything all at once.
By NoraPen2 years ago in Poets
Rainbows
When all you can do is; Witness the clouds sailing, A Mediterranean potted garden balanced on the steps of a terraced house on Goldspink lane,
By Elsa Michaela | @surfthought2 years ago in Poets
Hands of Love
You have very beautiful hands, Strong, big, secure, In their grasp, I find my place, In their touch, I am sure. The place on your chest is mine,
By Ahsan Ahmad2 years ago in Poets
If I were stung by a bee
If I were stung by a bee, Would the uncertainty of the writhing bane of living finally subside the menace of who we are deemed to be?
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Love like in the Movies
Oh the tenderness of your touch, How surreal it feels. The way you wrap me in your arms, I adore it so much, every part of my soul it heals.
By Anushka Pandey2 years ago in Poets
The Silent Weep
In a presentation's calm, where mumbles stop, A material hangs together as one. Brushstrokes hit the dance floor with bothered ease.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets