love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Greatest Love Story of All Time
My favorite love story is how the Sun loved the Moon so much, he died every night to let her breathe… The Sun was a god of sorts. His light was so powerful it actually brought herbs to life and grew goods from the ground. Everyone, every day, came out to worship him.
Delanie PhillipsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMold With Me
Lean into me The feel of your head against my chest and your hair across the palm of my hand Tell me about your day as I wrap my arms around you
Deanna DavenportPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Voice Like Yours
A voice like yours deserves to reverb in the halls of our minds, you heal with each word. A voice like yours is fit for a crown
Aether AtomskPublished 7 years ago in PoetsIt Is
I may never cure it Can I even define the pure "it" It is Tongue twisting terror It is A brash burning bearer Of pure error
Nicholas GoodmanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRemember Me
I was your little lover, the girl who had love to give. Remember me, remember us We met under that palm tree, you were doing chin-ups
Battery
I am light and you are my battery I am weightless and you are the gravity that grounds me Your love astounds me If I could show you the emotion
Nicholas GoodmanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsInvoluntary Defense System
My first instinct is to defend. Can you blame me? I grew up with boys. I learned never to turn my back on anyone. As soon as you do you
Emma DalzellPublished 7 years ago in PoetsX-Rated
His eyes threatened me to my knees To pay piety to his majestic dagger My alter ego is let loose, she aims to please She beckons wildly as her tongue climbs his ladder
Natasha WilsonPublished 7 years ago in Poets.secaf....faces.
There are faces in my head. Ones I don't remember yet. People quite often turn up dead. There are memories in my head. Ones I'd like to forget. People aren't what they seem, quite often turn out mean.
Love's Ebb and Flow
Cool night air kisses her skin like a lover In her arms she could wish for no other As tongues meet and duel Adding to passion’s fuel
Stevie SeberPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAlone
Your kiss still lingers, a ghost on my lips. It leaves me more lost then ever and only adds to the internal conflict. I sit here alone,
ROXANNE ELKASSISPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHis Soul, My Fire
From the first kiss I knew That this could be trouble But still I could not resist The temptation I felt All Because of one kiss
Sharika JonesPublished 7 years ago in Poets