love poems

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

THE FRIEND I THOUGHT I KNEW
THE FRIEND I THOUGHT I KNEW I thought that you would always stay, You said we’d never part, I trusted every word you said, And gave you all my heart.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Mam, Mam, Mam
Mam, what are we doing today? Morning has barely found the curtains, breakfast bowls still waiting in the sink, one small body already dressed for everywhere at once.
By Laura Janeabout a month ago in Poets
Do not follow
Should I depart early, do not follow. Stay where you are and enjoy what you are With whoever you're with, even if that's not me.
By Rachel Deemingabout a month ago in Poets
Suburban Paris
Your house is an absolute stunner we’ve been admiring on Google Earth. A shame about the raspberry bush but the in-ground pool is nice — too bad
By Joe Nastaabout a month ago in Poets
THE DAY I LET YOU GO
THE DAY I LET YOU GO I held onto your memory, For longer than I should, I kept believing one day, You’d finally be good.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Waking
Wake up. Drink a tall glass of water with ice and lemon And reach your arms above your head. Notice your belly go soft as you inhale
By E. B. Rowlandabout a month ago in Poets
Burnt by My Own Matches
Burnt by My Own Matches I struck the flame with trembling hands, thinking I could warm myself without getting burned. One little spark for every promise, one tiny flame for every lie I told myself was love.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
When I Stand Before You
Your beauty it blows me down And your radiance, the brilliance Of your glow just stops me Where I stand, when I stand before you
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Poets
A Darker Vow
Come nearer, where the night keeps its secrets close, where shadow curls around the pulse of the hour, and my hunger, unashamed, learns the form of you.
By Tim Carmichaelabout a month ago in Poets
Velcro
I will pick apart every word until I get to the destination of being alone again I sense a tone and turn to stone, if I don’t react, then it didn’t happen
By Ecarg Nosiveabout a month ago in Poets
Love Isn't an Exhausting Game
If you’ve ever dated someone even slightly intelligent, you’ll know how big the difference is. A lasting relationship isn't about who is more tolerant or who is more accommodating; it's about both people knowing how to regulate their emotions, avoiding throwing the ball out of bounds with a single sentence. A truly intelligent person will subtly observe your emotional state and, in a way you can handle, return the ball to you.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a month ago in Poets
Burnt myself again Haiku
Burnt myself again Haiku The heat was intense All my own doing, oh no burnt by my Matches #Marie381UkWriter/Poet
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets