love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Something
Who is she? This presence so familiar yet seemingly distant Her smile evoking something Something From the very depths of my being
Wyld Tha BardPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhen We Were Young
when we were young nothing could stop us just you and me against the world hands clasped tightly together eyes alight with the fires of passion that no man nor god could put out. you were mine forever and a day, a silly little girl with a head full of dreams I told you I would love you forever but do you really understand what that means?
jennifer davisPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCoffee Shop Boy
I'm not just a customer. He serves and he smiles with an "enjoy" on his lips for everyone. The seats at the bar are full, patience running low in one half, and giggles mixed with stares on the other half. We met outside but it was dull. A casual hey and a terrible hello. Something was shared and then thought out. Not concluded but for some reason I just wanted to shout. What are those words you said? When I asked you that question?"I'm just the boy that makes you coffee." So every day I thought about opening those doors again. Seeing the giggling girls on the bar and the desperate late nighter's with red eyes. Getting that "enjoy" from your lips and having my name said in a different way outside. You served me more than coffee and gave more than joy. But at last it's true, and now I see, you're just the boy that makes me coffee.
keishly hernandezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThis is Our Love
This is our love, a running mouth, a burning gaze, and just a pinch of genuine curiosity. That's how you get to me. I'll never witness such resilience in the reflection of your honey colored eyes, unless they're looking at me.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHospital Love Poems
Alive ThinkBlinkBreathe step by step, closer,but Fartherstill not Knowingwho you arebut still havingDesire not knowing Howto ask butStillWanting
Althea LucePublished 7 years ago in PoetsArt
Art cannot just be defined as painting or sculptures, Or be defined as lines stretched on a canvas. For I see art in the way you smile, and in the way you breath.
Christina PrescottPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLove, Found, and Unsure
Smile your White teeth, Brighter than the Moon it’s all I see in the Dark of night sleeping flowers Hum winds Whisper “All is well! There is no ear tonight.”
Althea LucePublished 7 years ago in PoetsBlueprints of You
Exhaustion settles into my hollow bones, right before I remember how your coffee colored eyes changed hues whenever you looked at me, forming imperfect shades of admiration, with sprinkles of hope and drops of desire.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFated Love
Teddy bears and sunsets Hearts and I love you's Freshly blooming flowers And birds of love so true. The way you make me feel
Tina MorsePublished 7 years ago in PoetsMuse
I keep glancing gone your eyes aesthetically enhancing. I'll still be there dancing and chancing wrapped up somewhere.
The One
Everything is good There's no need to doubt Wondering if you should Let your feelings out But it's too late for that It's already done
Sapphire RavenclawPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMrs. Brightside
I just want to be your Miss Atomic Bomb Making your life hell when necessary and when not But being the angel that pulls you from all else
Sere ParkerPublished 7 years ago in Poets