love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Charcoal and Yellow
In shadows deep, where whispers meet, Charcoal strokes, a tale complete. Embrace of night, love's silent song, A canvas spun, where dreams belong.
The Artistic UniversePublished 6 months ago in PoetsThe Smoothness Of Our love
In the depths of my heart, a memory lies, A once vibrant love, now tinged with goodbyes, Smooth as silk, it slips through my grasp,
Electric Fence
You looked really beautiful The last time I saw you Only briefly, but you took the wind from underneath me, and my breath left me stranded where I stood
Frankie MartinelliPublished 6 months ago in PoetsEnthralled by the Untamed Might of the Elements: Exploring Fear and Fascination
The untamed elements have captured my fascination. The extensive impact of its ariose vibrations. Nonetheless, I still have a deep anxiety about drowning.
Arid: The Crypteia’s Aftermath
Engulfed in the desert's parched silence I was nothing but another grain of sand in the wind We knew how it would begin But didn’t foresee the end
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 months ago in PoetsSnowflakes
Snow flakes fall down Down, softly at my feet. The feet that carry me across the ground The ground that supports me.
Joshua MontesPublished 6 months ago in PoetsTwo Souls, One Path
**Two Souls, One Path** In the quiet of dawn, our whispers entwine, Two souls, one path, beneath the moon's soft shine.
Rohit HembramPublished 6 months ago in PoetsLove you forever my wife
You are the light of my life You illuminate my world with your presence, The reason I look forward to each day's essence.
Hasan KazemPublished 6 months ago in PoetsWhispers in the Twilight
"Echoes of Absence" In the hush of twilight's tender grace, I find myself in a silent space. A symphony of memories, bittersweet,
Spark to ShinePublished 6 months ago in PoetsWallflowers
Wallflowers divulge their secrets only when you idle and listen with the diligence of a lighthouse keeper and the patience of a mother
Sam Eliza GreenPublished 6 months ago in PoetsMixed Feeling
Mixed Feeling Mixed Feelings mixing my living I am still in the dreams of you not knowing what to do stuck in the cobwebs too
the black cat
I dream the same dream. In different places, and different stories, you always come. And when you do, I crumble. But the beginning is always the same
Penelope JanePublished 6 months ago in Poets