love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
With All of My Heart, With All of My Soul
I didn't plan my feelings for you But I have them all the same To me, when I say I love you It is the most beautiful thing
Creative HubPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Rose Bloomed
I always felt alone, Like I was drifting away from this world, I was just a lonely boy, Looking for a lonely girl. I just wanted to meet someone,
Joshua FredericksonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAll Within My Grasp
I could grasp it. It's there, in plain view, in front of my face. My only resistance; fear. If I make it known, then I am the one that is truly vulnerable.
To T From G
My heart was encased in darkness Until I met you, my love And you broke through the hard shell That had me black and blue
Creative HubPublished 7 years ago in PoetsXylophone Ribs
And when I breathe in you can play my xylophone ribs. I will breathe in, and I will breathe you in. Your heartbeat resonates against
Sophia dos RemediosPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Rainy Encounter
I stand firm, no minding my surrounding Till this beauty unwittingly draws my attention She has a perfect height and perfect stature
Harydo NeonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Roses and Your Violets
Roses are red But all are not. And Violets aren't blue, They're violet. Shouldn't that be obvious? It's literally the name of the flower.
Imani PattersonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTinker Bell
I wish so badly you could notice me, I long for your friends to take to us, Guess I'll always want what I cannot have
Chloe UrquhartPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNot Another Like You
I got friends at work, and friends at church,They don't really know me thoughI've gotten so high, I've lost my mind,This ain't my first rodeo
Josh WilsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGirl Like Her
You have to be careful with a girl like her. You have to be a very strong man to love her. She is a hurricane and a ray of sunlight at the same time.
Brittany FreemanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLights
I noticed the traffic lights blurring as I thought about her face; They became nothing more than bright points that kept me away from her.
Emilia WoodsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Lonely Hour
Another night I lay awake staring at the flames... My mind too active to sleep my memories the chains. That bind me to this repetition of insomnia I face.
Steven BaldryPublished 7 years ago in Poets