love poems

Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.

Sanguivorous Stasis
Skin numb Bled dry Your robe engulfs Solemn night Time enrapture Eager ripples Silken nape Echoes, silences Shadow womb Boned abyss Stunned dulled deep pains Skin nibbled dry Your ripe enjoyment trails Stake enters slowly Your rasp plea Aural luxury yoke Eating gnawing guides Silken nipples soft teats Submerge eager ravish Hope emanates Strains stains slip Pure endorphins Sunken nullified Damned demeanour Ruined driven Nothing gives Static Conscious stalls
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Poets
Rippled Fingerprints
I've got longing that begs to be wrestled and a sorrow that longs to be free Letting go to be lovingly nestled under the witness of evergreen trees
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
Come to Me, Odysseus
O, Odysseus, with your bronze skin and saltwater eyes, let me again have what the sea couldn't keep, salt still whittling grooves in your tattooed shoulders, the long muscle of you building twenty years of sins we were made to commit.
By Paul Aaron Domenick2 months ago in Poets
Thank You
What was once a loss has now transformed. I once thought that losing you would mean to replace you to undo the damage and fill it with something new
By Angel Adagio2 months ago in Poets
Between Us
They say there is a country between us. I disagree. There is only waiting. The miles may separate our hands, but they have never learned how to separate our hearts.
By Nelo2 months ago in Poets
Say It Again Sam
" I love the rain - it washes memories off the sidewalk of life." Woody Allen play it again Sam. . . falling in love with my love. . . wishing she would say yes on the first date, falling in lust with my first wife, Irish lady. . . . role playing with BDSM, being daddy. . . . having the police come, pulling guns . . . explaining that we were just having fun. . . .
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne2 months ago in Poets
Forever Found
(Before the Beginning) There are some things this universe has never been able to explain. Why certain stars insist on shining long after they have already died.
By Zakari Runge2 months ago in Poets
Holy City Siren Song
Gas-lit carriage lanterns hanging over cobblestones, Riotous trailing blooms under windowpanes, The air heavy, cloying, Redolent with confederate jasmine,
By Jscholar2 months ago in Poets
Sides of Opal . Top Story - July 2026.
The sun rays separate the sea covered sand to show its opal cracks, its always been my favorite stone. The precious weeks where the clock doesn’t chase us and nor do our parents.
By Mel.W2 months ago in Poets
Fingertips
We sat there 'til the golden light made way to silver beams. New moon kept its promises, brought about a change. We drank tea and silence made a home between us. No more thoughts needed to be voiced. Cooled down tea and slowly fading light our only reminders of time. The words ended, the heartbeats slowed down, yet our gazes avoided the door. Shoulders relaxed, jaws trembled unwillingly, gratitude seeped in through the cracks. And maybe. Just maybe we hoped for a miracle. One we knew would never come. Holding on to yesterday was easier than facing the truth. Just for one more moment. Our palms slowly separated, lingering for an instant. Fingertips said their final goodbyes. Your eyes fixed on my lips, mine glued to yours. Heart I knew so well turned back to being just another passer on the street of life.
By Cristal S.2 months ago in Poets
The Fruit
If I love you again And you break my heart One last time I will bury you in the yard And your children will eat the fruit. I will raise them He will do your part And I will love them Though yours they are You break my heart One last time I will bury you in the yard And your children will eat the fruit. Into the garden We will go Come, children Into the garden We go
By Sara Wynn2 months ago in Poets
THE LITTLE GOLD RING
THE LITTLE GOLD RING My mam and dad bought me a child’s gold ring when I was one, They had no savings, so I know it must have been hard for them, It sat upon a shelf inside our living room for years, I don’t think I ever wore it, but it was bought with love and care.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets