love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I Feel You
I feel your hand on my forehead, So warm and soft. I feel you stroking my hair, So gently and nice. I feel your heart beating,
Karri DuperronPublished 7 years ago in PoetsResentment
What do you see When you look in my eyes Is it the pain of resentment Contentment of situations That desire change Strange connections
Janae WilliamsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTime to Be
Time to be, I have with joy. That a heart in pounding, There is a sense of me. With me, I know; There's a measure in a measure,
Michael GallegosPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSpent
Familiar curves incline descend into a garden boasting passion-laden fruit satiating fierce appetites of dyad souls
J.T. WellingtonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTrue Love
True love is never instant. As time goes by relationships are valued more and more each day. True love isn't easy. As with anything in life, it brings hardship. It is how these hardships are faced that builds character. It shows the true strength of your love.
Muriel WeathersPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPockets of Time
These Pockets of mine. They're pockets of time. Filled with joy, soaked in sorrow. Half empty with love, half filled with a shadow.
JAHAN ZABEPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHomeward Flight (Spain)
As he passes, the man with three children and the tired wife rolls his eyes at me. Briefly, we connect. His look says simply:
Michael McIntoshPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Great Niece
My great niece, little miss Bethany. I am your great Aunt Crystal. You might not remember me. I am writing this for you. Soon you'll be turning three, you look so much like your mom and dad.
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsV.
It’s so hard to think right now, All I can do is use all my energy to stop myself from crying. Because the last time I saw him,
Michelle JacquesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPorcelain Smile
It’s 2AM and all I think about is your arms around me Your breath fanning against the back of my neck, and Your soft snores echoing in my small room. It’s only been
Contrast
In a single breath, my entire opinion of you changed, marking the before and after in my choices. People talk, and you forgot they always have loud voices.
Miss RiddlePublished 7 years ago in PoetsCrafting the Breakdown
I wanna make you something that comes from the heart, must be why everything I make is in pieces n falling apart, you will always be the one to light up my life,
Bray MaelzerPublished 7 years ago in Poets