love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Stranger In My Friend
The rhapsody of our first date drifted in the air as we charged our love to Destiny. For Chance could not have led us to this place
J.T. WellingtonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsStars Twinkling Light
Star light, Twinkle with delight, Flashing only to sight, Burning bright of right. Flash oh due to sky, A shelter honed of disguise,
Michael GallegosPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTo Love Poetry
If you're the kind of person who wants the meat, and no wait. Then poetry gives that gait. Yeah, it's a metaphor and simile trite,
Michael GallegosPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLust
I look at her as she stares back at me. Staring deep, deep into the very depths of my soul; a feeling so clichéd it’s almost foolish, and yet there she is. Her portrait stares me down. I am wide-eyed in awe as butterflies flutter in my stomach, desperate not to drown in the pit of anxiety. She makes me feel so enamoured it physically hurts; weighing down my heart until I cannot breathe. And with every painful inhale, every sharp exhale, I know I must suffer if I am to continue to look at this vision of perfection set before me.
Jonny DawsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCharlene
If the times I was hateful outweighed the ones I was grateful, I apologize, That in the midst of being a teen, I didn’t recognize your love for what it was
Under the Stars
Two people, unaware of their connections. A guy and a girl looking at the stars. A cool and crisp night. He touches her face to the bridge of her nose. His warm hands make her open up. As his hand is over her cheek, she puts her hand on top of his. Looking into each other eyes, dreaming yet realizing, this moment, this day, under the stars is a dream come true.
Brianna McKinleyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGift.
Her image. It's a gift. Her fresh image, ignites me: Heart and pulse, breath and rush. She warrants my unconditional surrender.
Shaun Sundance Yates .Published 7 years ago in PoetsRed: The Love Poems
Two true colors… two true colors. The world sees in two colors; one of power, one of might; one of dark, one of light. Yet color; it exists for
Leah JamesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Painter (Dedicated to Hiram N.)
He labored long, each hour an age. No careless stroke profaned his page. Her eyes like emeralds rendered he. Her lips he fashioned tenderly
Isaac HammonPublished 7 years ago in Poets'Poo-Tee-Weet'
Love love love. Conquered Love. Kissed peach-pink rubble. Defeat me. And her peach-pink and kissed rubble. Skin-tight, mashed.
Shaun Sundance Yates .Published 7 years ago in PoetsDad Among the Stars
In this great debate of where i am to go God promises to send me a place where kings go There was need for a special man to be my father
Harydo NeonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDifferent String
Into the early hours we climb as we leave those tears behind. We try but woe the moments are lost for every second in turn, has a cost.
Dennis LaLiberte IIPublished 7 years ago in Poets