love poems

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

ETERNAL BONDS
"ETERNAL BONDS : A Tapestry of Inspirational Family's Love" In the heart's embrace, where love's eternal glow, Families bond, like rivers that ever flow.
By Preethi 3 years ago in Poets
Bitter Greens
Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Eternity
In fields where whispers dance with breeze, Beneath the cloak of starlit seas, There blooms a tale of love's embrace, A sonnet woven with delicate lace.
By Mohameen Moshood3 years ago in Poets
Praises to the lips
Hidden under the covers, Pink the flesh . Pink the lovers. Sethe as a bud waits to be bloom, Touch through the fingers, Long caresses short lingers.
By Sayaam Harz3 years ago in Poets
And This Bird Will Sing
Introduction This is a villanelle for my wonderful Muse who inspires all my work and is a wonderfully talented friend and inspiration.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
My Love With Her Crystal Stare
I have a lady, she is fair; her stare a crystal gaze And why looking deep into her eyes would trap you in amaze If milk and honey were under her tongue
By Josephis K. Wade3 years ago in Poets
She said she loves me
I look into her eyes, not knowing what she wants to say. It appears to be faith in my love and in my heart. Could she love me and I become the one?
By Joe Bou Khalil3 years ago in Poets
Without You. Top Story - February 2024.
Living life without you would be like living without air I would be suffocating if I was living without you there The breath in my lungs and my will to live all gone like the breath of wind
By Thomas Terry3 years ago in Poets
Dear Woman
Nothing compares at all to a woman especially when she’s only wearing your heart around her prepossessing eyes before every other part of her throws
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Poets
Love: In All Uncertain Terms
Love... I don’t even know what it is anymore. I thought it was that obsessive feeling that you get when you feel completely enamored with someone, where they occupy your every waking thought. I thought love was desire, I thought love was passion.
By Willow Cinders3 years ago in Poets
Tuesday Commute
I am ecstatic at being human! Strutting through life, wandering through coffee shops, Prime of my life and leaky pipes drip at the sight of my peacock
By Aaron Richmond3 years ago in Poets
Sunshine Serenade: A Melody of Love
In fields of gold, where sunbeams dance, Amidst the morning's sweet romance, The sunlight weaves its golden thread, Love's warmth upon our hearts is spread.
By S.K.V3 years ago in Poets