love poems

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

The flowers who want bees and the bees who want flowers
If flowers need bees, If bees need flowers, Does the love we cultivate nourish our relationships? The world must be that imbalanced,
By Kodah3 years ago in Poets
America, I Am
I have come from abduction,Was attacked-My country's compensation is in-store credit.ordered back into bankruptcy It's me and my trophy wife.Passing as some kind of dream.
By bishnu prasad3 years ago in Poets
Women in labor
women who lie alone at midnight Because there's no one else to lie to. women who lie alone at midnight at the laundromat in the afternoon
By bishnu prasad3 years ago in Poets
The Answer is given in this letter.
Today he expressed his love to me but i have refused him he is very angry with me But I replied to his displeasure given in this letter as angry as you are He'd rather you walk away from me there was a strange feeling in me I have a lot to tell you but maybe now you I don't have to listen like I used to. That's why I'm writing this letter Maybe this is the last one between you and me there will be a moment I have a lot of responsibilities So it will be difficult for me to stay here Don't wait for me now Because now it will be very difficult for me to return I will remember you all my life Just don't take this as my cheating I have a lot of responsibilities Maybe my love comes before these responsibilities will have to lose Mother's medicine, father's paralysis and brother's studies it's all on me That's why I love this beautiful path have to leave at this point I hope that you will understand me.
By Suraj poetry plus 3 years ago in Poets
Tears of War
once-green, now reddish landscapes where hope is lost and innocence crumbles, As the winds of battle keep on blowing, tears mix with the earth below.
By Arpan Kumar Das3 years ago in Poets
Blessed Are the Makers
Blessed are the makers Especially those that shakedown the takers In a world full of fakers They are the ones that capture the vaper
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
love story
In a love that knew no bounds, we found,A connection so deep, a bond profound.Across borders and cultures, our hearts are entwined,But traditions and norms are cruelly confined.Her culture's expectations, a barrier so tall,Forbidding our love, causing our downfall.Heartbroken and devastated, I stood alone,Lost in memories of a love now overthrown.My attachment to her, a weight so heavy,Unable to move on, my heart was unsteady.Haunted by moments of love once true,Dreaming of a reunion, hope anew.The pain of separation, a burden to bear,Questioning the fairness, the cruelty is laid bare.Cultural barriers, keeping us apart,Tearing at the fabric of my broken heart.Yet my love for her, unwavering and strong,Cherishing the memories where we belong.Believing in a love that can conquer all,In my heart, her memory will forever call.A bittersweet reminder of what could have been,In a world where love and culture intervene.But in the echoes of our love's sweet refrain,I'll hold onto the hope of seeing her again.
By “M”3 years ago in Poets
Sparks of Love
In the quiet whispers of the night, You stepped into my world, a radiant light. With your laughter, you brought sparks anew,
By Shwet Prabha Baiswar3 years ago in Poets
Whiskers of Wonder: An Ode to My Beloved Guinea Pig
Oh, tiny creature with a heart so pure, In your small frame, a spirit so sure. With whiskers twitching and eyes so bright,
By Shwet Prabha Baiswar3 years ago in Poets
Love fight
Love is everywhere. In our homes at work, At the park, even in our hearts. Because there, love will live forever. It will stay and never leave,
By Joe Bou Khalil3 years ago in Poets
Limerence in Villanelle
I write love letters to you, in my head Filled with obsession and lusty passion I want to love you until I am dead When the skies turn black, we will stay in bed When the stars collide, we will dance for joy I write love letters to you, in my head
By Musings of a Muse3 years ago in Poets
Unspoken love
A spring coming down from the mountain, or A bunch of clouds resting on the top of the hill The vast sky wrapped in a blue sheet, or
By Aranna Hasan Delwar 3 years ago in Poets