love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I Miss You
The day that I ended things I tore myself apart. I wrenched my heart from my mind, And locked a part of myself into that box,
Hannah PerezPublished 6 years ago in PoetsYou and I
Your supposed to be with me Sometimes I say things that make you want to stay away But then I won't let you We're both mean but then we say things that weren't meant to be taken the way people take them
C.L CunninghamPublished 6 years ago in PoetsEndless Love
I raised my eyes to her enticing form, Her eyes alone left my ego torn, As my eyes drift over her stunning features, Ah she stole my breath this exquisite creature,
It's At This Point
We were having fun outside, playing in the snow, Planning to build a snowman, one thing leads to another, And were having a snow ball fight,
Crystal KorpanPublished 6 years ago in PoetsHe Is Art
His fingers trace my skin. Soft. Strong. They slide down my neck, to my chest. Reaching in they touch my heart. My body explode with lust, his beauty hangs above me like a mid-autumns fog. His hand that holds me up shakes underneath him as the electricity from my body magnifies his emotions and tears through him like lightening, making him feel the adrenaline pumping in my veins as he grips my still beating heart. Our bodies become one as he falls onto me. Panting as if he has just run a marathon. His hand lays on my heart, I look at him. His soft lips hang open, his button nose leads to his glistening eyes full of joy and lust.
Rejected Love
I am so damaged. I am so complicated. Perhaps being damaged and complicated are the reasons I cannot be loved the way I would like.
Ocean ViewsPublished 6 years ago in PoetsPoems from a Teen
Wake up Deep breath One.. Two.. Three My shoes they will slip and slide pulling me to the ground But if I try and tie my laces in these crowded halls
Riley BlairPublished 6 years ago in PoetsMediocre Magic
Our love is not a fairytale. It’s a blending of humans and habits and heartbreak and happiness. It’s a winding road of a few narrowly avoided landslides, memorable scenery, and occasional pot holes.
Sara GreenPublished 6 years ago in PoetsBlue
Brilliant blue are the color of my love's eyes. With bright bold flecks of green and brown. I do not know why they are, Only that they look as intense as flames.
Hannah PerezPublished 6 years ago in PoetsExist
I existed outside of time. Like a poem or music, My life could not take form outside of word or line. I existed in a glade.
Hannah PerezPublished 6 years ago in PoetsBut You and Me
In what world did we meet? Inside a dream? Maybe? Souls that are so alike do not meet by chance. If one is lucky they may find that,
Hannah PerezPublished 6 years ago in PoetsIn Love
A deep love. Have you felt it? A love you drink in. A love so deep you may get lost in it. Get intoxicated inside of it. You. I did not know it was possible that time could stop, but you did it. I love you with a clear mind. Love so real, I touch it, dance with it, sleep with it. Surrounding me with its beauty. Stay with me here, where time does not exist, where we have a world of our own, everything is behind us. A mutual love, an honest love. Love is not evil. Love is kind. Love does not envy. Love is patient. It does not boast, it is not proud. Love always prevails and NEVER fails. I love you.