love poems

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

All That Heaven Allows
Dusk dusts indigo hues of heaven across the nape of your neck and down your spine. I can’t help but notice the brightness of your smile
By Danielle Romeo Hay3 years ago in Poets
The Biggest Screen. Top Story - March 2024.
It is where I see all the war end, and the peace born, it is where I see the lovely spring. comes up sweeping away, all the misery,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka3 years ago in Poets
hold
i face the world with my fire in my eyes, i look back when i run, my hands know my sheath - and the blades i lick clean.
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets
My Fear Of Mourning You
I’m mourning what we used to be. The part of the story you said you were to me. But now, I feel like nothing more than a stubborn sore on you that you’re trying desperately to get rid of.
By Angel Adagio3 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Summer
Amidst the fields where poppies sway, In the golden light of a summer's day, Whispers of breeze and the song of birds, Carry the secrets of nature's words. Petals unfurl in hues so bright, Painting the landscape with sheer delight. Butterflies dance in the gentle air, Their delicate wings a sight so fair. Underneath the azure sky, Where the clouds in their softness lie, Lies a world of dreams untold, In the meadows of green and gold. Here, time slows to a tranquil pace, And worries vanish without a trace. In the embrace of nature's grace, We find our souls in a sacred space. So let us wander, you and I, Beneath the vast and endless sky, Where the earth's song forever plays, In the beauty of these summer days.
By Mohameen Moshood3 years ago in Poets
Love you like anything else
In the vast expanse of time, two souls intertwine, Bound by a love that feels divine. In every whisper, in every sigh, Our hearts dance beneath the starry sky.
By Safa Jama3 years ago in Poets
The love story of Qais and Laila
Qais and Laila spent their childhood together, as we mentioned above, and feelings of love and fondness arose in their hearts from childhood. It was known among the Arabs at that time that when a girl grows up, she stays away from men and does not mix with men and sits with women at home until the right man proposes to her and she gets married. When he grew up, Qais bin Al-Malouh, and Laila grew up with him. She was kept away from him and sat at home, as was the custom and tradition.
By Stiphanee products3 years ago in Poets
Your eyes were love
Your hands seemed cold, your nails were blue, and your fingers were shaking. I caught your secret smile when you turned your head away, the corner of your eyes formed a tiny wrinkle.
By Basma Ali3 years ago in Poets
Letting You Go
You gave me a reason to smile every day; you truly meant the world to me. But I guess it is what it is, and we probably just weren’t meant to be.
By Trishawn Blake3 years ago in Poets
My Poetic Odyssey: Navigating Self Love
Self-love is not instantaneous. It does not happen overnight, but rather through the occurrence of challenges, adversities, and unpredictable life circumstances.
By Annie Edwards 3 years ago in Poets
The Strawberry Seed
There is a strawberry seed stuck between my molars this bitter kernel of fructose tomorrows. Sunward searing - down my lashes,
By Causanu Raul3 years ago in Poets
A Good Fit
Her breath on my chest Are whispers nocturnal Fomenting the day ahead Before my plans awaken . Her convexity To my concavity
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Poets