love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The World Got Brighter
The world used to be just okay, like black and white TV, Same old routine, nothing new for me. Then you walked in, a splash of color so bold,
INTP "The Inquisitive Detective"
Within their minds, a world of logic spins, INTPs dwell, where reason holds its sway. With keenest wit, they pierce through outward skins,
Diorino GalvanoPublished 3 months ago in Poetsarseno
Breath to Breath Flesh to Flesh Hearts together for a season Greeting each other with a holy kiss - then more Self-giving love
Archery OwlPublished 3 months ago in PoetsReflections on Motherhood
I repeatedly brought my mother to tears. Her cries did not appeal to me as a ten-year-old. I wish I could go back now that I am a mommy.
Ranjith KumarPublished 3 months ago in PoetsWish for you
I wish for you, I wish it true - the thought of us, the feeling of you. Pining for this as if it were still new, I’m pining for this like daffodils in spring,
Charlotte Eden MorrisPublished 3 months ago in PoetsAll About Aash
*[This piece was first published in the book called, Butter Tea and Banana Soup: Food as Identity in a prose form, for the purpose of this blog post, I have edited it into a poem]*
Parwana FayyazPublished 3 months ago in PoetsLove in Five Senses
Your eyes, a sunrise, warm and bright, Chase away the lonely night. Laughter's melody, a sweet refrain, Echoes in my heart, eases all pain.
compass always points north
compass (always) points north always, reliable my heart (always) points to you tho, unreliable * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: Simple and to the point. For Poppy's Prompts Thingo 3.
Paul StewartPublished 3 months ago in PoetsI saw the crimson peak in full monsoon
When the wind wakes up and says- Blood is still shed today; Krishnachura's many debts to Fagun, or Fagun near Krishna Chura!
Aranna Hasan DelwarPublished 3 months ago in PoetsInstead
What I wanted to do, was text my lover from the summer. My hands rolled out raspberry scones instead. What I wanted to do, was send you a podcast about that Bittersweet book I started.
Auntie LiciousPublished 3 months ago in Poetsit's human & it's allowed
This is unexpected & I'm not sorry. No one talks about the first crush after a break up. That's a lie, Rebounds. But that's not what I'm talking about here people, I'm talking about the kind of crush that reminds you why you ever believed in Love in the first place.
Hayley MattoPublished 3 months ago in Poetslove is brutal
In love's fierce grip, we find our souls entwined, A tumultuous dance, both cruel and kind. With every caress, a dagger's edge,
Gershom ronoPublished 3 months ago in Poets