love poems

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

In The Garden
In the Garden Where flowers bloom and butterflies flutter, In the garden, peace does utter. Amidst the petals, colors bright,
By Made Jake3 years ago in Poets
Addiction to Her
In the labyrinth of my heart, she reigns supreme, Her essence, a potion, an enchanting dream. A captivating addiction, I willingly embrace,
By Sorrowful Whisper3 years ago in Poets
Dawn's awakening
Dawn's Awakening As darkness fades and light draws near, Dawn's awakening, sweet and clear. The sky blushes pink, the world aglow,
By Made Jake3 years ago in Poets
Stardust Symphony
Beneath the velvet cloak of night, a symphony unfurls, Where stardust whispers secrets to the universe in swirls. The moon, a silent sentinel, presides with gentle grace,
By Made Jake3 years ago in Poets
Ocean's lullaby
Down by the shore, where waves roll in and out, The ocean sings its song, banishing every doubt. With each gentle swell, it whispers a lullaby,
By Made Jake3 years ago in Poets
The secret song
In the heart of Vienna, an old mansion stood covered in vines, holding a mysterious tale. People said there was a lost song hidden inside, written by a composer named Maestro Valtor. His music was said to be magical, touching hearts deeply. But as years passed, the song vanished, leaving only whispers behind.
By Made Jake3 years ago in Poets
Heart Breaks
I adore you. I shudder at saying These words I know true. The thoughts in my head, I'm scared to reveal. I want more than your body in my bed.
By C. E. Miller3 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Empathy
The balance of the heart and mind. In the dance of light and dark, we find, A chance to mend, to keep on spinning. With every dawn, a new beginning,
By Pam Zee3 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Unknown
In the heart of darkness, secrets lie, Beyond the stars, where dreams defy. Whispers of ancient tales unfold, In shadows deep, where legends hold.
By Pam Zee3 years ago in Poets
Seasons d'Amour
Eighteen million, nine-twenty thousand, six hundred minutes We've been together for that long, my dear Eighteen million, nine-twenty thousand, six hundred minutes
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Poets
Unrequited love
I, Hiding behind, Secretly gazing at your back, Afraid to step forward, Fearful of getting too close, To let you hear the racing heartbeat,
By lover of literature3 years ago in Poets
An Anthology of Interracial Marriage: The Moor and the Venetian (Chapter 2)
Fond of mature, kind; that is you and more. Oh, fellow! Of Africa: Alkebulan! It is Garden of Eden; Mother of Mankind, And Son reigns, raising leporine litters who will eat
By Peter L. Pinnock @mummysboyvegan @thepiedpiperofhampden3 years ago in Poets