love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
To Rest
Your nods Make ordering Gluten-free pizza and decaf tea Bearable Even if the waitress skips a beat Of her Happy tone
Nicole HamptonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHer Eyes
Her eyes Her eyes are the thing I remember most When I first saw her The type of deep blue that seemed to peer straight through your soul and consume you
Matt TullyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPresence
Pale morning light creeps in Its questing rays find narrow passages Around closed curtains And between shuttered blinds The light is dim and the air is cool
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Warmth of Your Smile
Our idiosyncrasies are not one in the same, yet understandable. Trust in those who adore you, The Quintessential Gentleman.
Rebecca WilliamsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOur Love
Sometimes I lay awake at night jealous of all the people who have touched your body before me, And knowing at least what the scientist say that in seven years it will only be my hands and legs and the rest of my body that has touched you
shiney poetryPublished 7 years ago in PoetsYou and I
You and I... Could birth a nation, Stimulate the minds of the masses, Ignite passions that lie dormant... If only you would see me.
Jessica BurdenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOn Going Home
There was this war inside me An unsettling belief And it wasn’t until I found you That I was able to finally see I was unmarked and raw
D.L MichaelsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFirst Kiss
The day hot, Summer sun burning down, The air, Moist with humidity. In shorts and a tee shirt, Trying to stay cool. Birds singing.
Katherine WilliamsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHeart-Shaped Dreams and a Splash of Liquor
All I know are tiny heart-shaped dreams, pastel and chalky and melting on my tongue before I can forget how they taste, before I can remember what they say.
Unrequited and Uninvited
I know how to love hard, but somehow never quite the right way. I knew how to touch you, but didn’t have the right words to say.
Sherad ManeeramPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDon't Ask Me How I Feel
Don't ever ask me what there is to like about you, because here it is, I like how I feel around you, it’s rare for me to feel this way so quickly.
Delenn MulvaneyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTactile Summer Love
some nights you are so sweet that my teeth ache, but there are still mornings when I wake up gagging on the sharp bitterness in the air - black coffee scorching my throat.