love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Harmony in Contrast: Love & Hate
In the realm where shadows dance and light, Resides a tale of Love and Hate, so bright. Two forces, fierce, in eternal fight,
Gazing at stars
Beneath the canvas of the velvet night, I raise my eyes to constellations bright. Gazing at stars that shimmer from afar,
Haris HadzicPublished 6 months ago in PoetsDancing Stars
Her heart was flying, Her lips were red, Her hair was dancing, Her stories unsaid. His laugh was gentle, His smile was kind,
Madison B.Published 6 months ago in Poets- Top Story - November 2023
Looped.
Of course I've moved on. You have too, right? I don't want to speak to you any more. I wish you would call sometime. What did I ever do that was so terrible?
Tommy BallardPublished 6 months ago in Poets Flashbacks, Nightmares, and Romance
. Flashbacks, Nightmares, and Romance By Ross E F Lombardi . The dinner had been lovely. The music was soft.
Ross E Fortune LombardiPublished 6 months ago in Poets- Top Story - November 2023
You
Seeping into my pores The smell of your sweat Soaking into me Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 months ago in Poets How to write a love poem
First, you must believe that you are real. Maybe you do it by feeding yourself, Taking a bath, walking your dog, Or fucking your lover with abandon.
Ashe LawsonPublished 6 months ago in PoetsWe Have Love
We Have Love We have unconventional conversations about everything about nothing
Lady TolbertPublished 6 months ago in PoetsWe all wear love differently:
A pair of rings, a duo in time's grace, In secrets held, their stories encased, One worn smooth, the other etched in line,
My Love For HIM ❤️
I may not be able to tell you this every day, but I just want you to know that you mean the world to me the day you stepped into my life.
Sophia HayesPublished 6 months ago in Poets- Runner-Up in the Smooth Challenge
Pancake (verb) -
my mother is talking & talking & the café is humming & something smells like strawberries & honey & I think it’s the waitress & she’s speaking & I open my mouth & almost forget how to form pancake/all I can conjure is brown & smooth & warm & sweet in my mouth & how can I look my mother in the eye & nod & laugh & pretend like pancake is not the casualty of yr hands & act like yr hands never turned me over wild & waiting for hungry lips & made molasses of my spine last night & it was only last night & now it’s breakfast & she has no idea/I sit cross-legged proper lady/like my knees were never river-wide & wanting & like yr knees are unknowable to me & I am almost proud of myself/I am nothing short of masterful /sitting here/modest & behaving like I can’t feel you thrumming through the seat of my chair/sitting here & sipping tea & adding sugar & stirring & stirring & my fingers tire/but remember how my fingers split you clean apart & remember how morning arrived on our backs & in-between our together & too soon & is there a word for that/for the lift and separate of griddle bones to let the slow syrup spill spread sticky limbs into all that brown & smooth & warm & sweet & if so I’ve never heard it/or else it would sound something like a shutting door & a jangle of keys & a café’s hum/or else it would smell something like strawberries & honey/or else it would look something like good girl hemline & a sip of tea & a smile at a waitress & a glance at my mother who is talking & talking & talking & talking & my tongue somewhere else entirely.
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Kristen BalyeatPublished 6 months ago in Poets