love poems

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

Simplemente Madrid
I close my mind As we wander cobblestone sand El Retiro Park Madrid Breath is air A I R S meld My body centers releasing my shoulders
By Michele Nampalli8 months ago in Poets
The Clutter in My Mind
The Clutter in My Mind Why do we hoard the clutter in our heads? Why do we let it crawl inside our hearts, play with our emotions,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Damaged Goods, That’s What She Is
Damaged Goods, That’s What She Is They say she’s trouble, best left alone, A heart made hard, a voice like stone. But they don’t see what’s underneath,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Rewriting Relationship Command Code
This year, I have almost completely cut off contact with most of my friends. It wasn't a dramatic falling out, but rather a gradual fading of ties. After seeing some people for who they truly are, I felt there was no longer any point in maintaining the relationship.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing8 months ago in Poets
With This Ring
With this ring I thee wed To honour and to hold, To live a life until the end Until we both grow old. 💍💍💍💍 I promise I will do my best
By Calvin London8 months ago in Poets
She is the rising sun
A beautiful reddish sunrise above the horizon Peeking through asking for permission to start the day Bad thoughts washed away from the night’s previous color wash
By Tabitha Hinkley8 months ago in Poets
A Dangerous Feeling
That feeling Pay close attention It comes soft and subtle Like footsteps that trample softly almost unheard Recognize it?
By Jasmine Aguilar8 months ago in Poets
Spiderweb Shadows
I see you in the tea leaves stuck to the rim of my cup And taste you in the sweetness lingering on my lips. There is a whole world I have swallowed, or rather,
By Silver Daux8 months ago in Poets
You got me
I once cooked meals because it was my duty to do so. I now want to cook complex and fancy meals because I WANT to… for you.
By Amanda McGuire8 months ago in Poets
Granny’s Ghost
Granny’s Ghost Granny’s ghost sits in her chair, Rocking slowly, thin as air. Eyes like whispers, soft and deep, Watching while the children sleep.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Into the Fire
In rooms of gold and deep crimson, I found you, your fear, your sadness, your love as well. Your attention - bright as the sun and hotter than any ring of Hell,
By Maura Bernstein8 months ago in Poets
Crowned in Blues
In the bright light of forever, Golden, gilded, gentle, You are my principal muse, And as I look to a horizon of our years ahead,
By Maura Bernstein8 months ago in Poets