love poems

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

We Fold
I start here, watching your laugh tumble out like coins in slow motion, bright and reckless, clinking against the inside of my chest.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Dear Selene
This is my first attempt at a Terzanelle, a more complex form of Villanelle that incorporates aspects of Terza Rima. A terzanelle is a poetic form combining aspects of the villanelle and the terza rima
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
To Harvest is to Hold-
I harvest the moments that feed my soul— the ones that return me to peace. It’s the scent— that newborn sweetness, soft and warm like evening light—
By Baby Josieabout a year ago in Poets
Masked
Love looked like you Or at least wore your face for a while. And how divine you are, That I could not see the difference.
By Imani Waltonabout a year ago in Poets
Serene Selene
Be not ashamed that your light is borrowed You owe no debt to the smug, swollen sun Thoughtless and profligate, long has he glowed
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Evermore
I grew up learning how to shrink. How to hold my breath, how to fold myself into corners no one noticed, how to turn my loudest aches
By Zakari Rungeabout a year ago in Poets
Be Likeable
[Verse] If you want to shine Don't hide the glow If you want to fly Let the feathers show But if you want the rain Just chase the storm
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout a year ago in Poets
I Want To v. 2
I want to wrap your hand in mine ... fingers entwined. I want to press my lips to yours... love not confined. * I want to hear you whisper ...
By Krysha Thorpabout a year ago in Poets
Cover Me In Kisses
Cover Me In Kisses Cover me I kisses, skin to skin, your heat presses, slow, relentless, the world outside melts and bends,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Consecration and Desecration
Illumination consecrates, e'en mates In the heat of night, we take our delight Infiltrate the contract, moonstruck creates
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
You are under my skin like a snake.
You are under my skin like a snake. You are under my skin like a snake. Cold scales trace the geography of my ribs. You write your name
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Mixed Signals
...... I'm not empty, I'm fine, just a thought away from freeing up the space in my mind. I'm just waiting in line, forwarded my number, call me up when you get the time. Show me your sleeves, and I'll show you mine, I've been drinking, drowning seeing you with some other guy. It's not envy, it's wine, and the stain is not my bleeding heart it's just the design.
By Kristen Keenon Fisherabout a year ago in Poets