love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Moonlit Steed
With a coat like spun moonlight, a creature of grace, The white horse he stands, a legend in this space. His muscles ripple beneath a pearlescent sheen,
mahmoud elsaadPublished about 20 hours ago in PoetsDesert Dancer
With a coat like moonlight, a sleek, sculpted form, The Arabian stallion weathers the desert's storm. His head held high, with nostrils that flare,
mahmoud elsaadPublished about 20 hours ago in PoetsI'll Only Love You If You Make Me A Coffee
Tell me you love me, But prove it too; You must accept my first love, If you want your dream to come true, Fill my cup with the luxury of brown stuff,
Carol TownendPublished about 21 hours ago in Poets3 Years Divorced (Dec. 4, 2021)
Every year— or year and one half— the same: celestial superseding of yin and yang, light-dark, solar-lunar, water-flame.
Jennifer AshleyPublished about 23 hours ago in PoetsWhen was the last meeting?
When was the last meeting? ________By Aranna Hasan Delwar. I don't remember, I can't even remember When and where we ate together
Aranna Hasan DelwarPublished about 23 hours ago in PoetsThe Encounter
Enigma of the heavens as sun and moon Chase each other across the sky, and every so often the Lovers meet, their bodies touch, their lips lock, entwined
Rae Fairchild (MRB)Published about 24 hours ago in PoetsA Kiss
What is a Kiss? It's more than the release of a need. It's more than a lust of the moment, more than a simple physical embrace. When two hearts are completely vurnerable and opened to one another, it is the locking of those two beats. Each other feeling the embrace letting it guide their actions and reactions. Thoughts both full and completely obliterated at the same time. Although time passes it resides outside of this embrace, imperceptible to them. External sounds and sensations are all muted and melded together into a single inconsenquential hum. While the awareness of self and partner are heightened to a magnitude that is so blissful the thought of separation seems painful in itself, like a tearing asunder of your own being.
Chris SantiagoPublished a day ago in PoetsINFP's Love Poem
In whispered words and dreamscape hues, My heart, a compass, points to you. An empathy that runs so deep, A love for souls, a love to keep.
Diorino GalvanoPublished a day ago in PoetsBasquiat
Someone once told me that… well, maybe, I heard it. On the radio or the television. They said that, “When I talk, no one believes me. But, when I write it down, it becomes true.”
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished a day ago in Poets"Achieving Balance: Practical Tips for a Fulfilling Life"
Momentarily present the significance of equilibrium throughout everyday life, including efficiency, self-improvement, connections, and satisfaction.
my bed
A haven of comfort, a slumbering friend, My loyal companion, where worries suspend. You, my dear bed, with arms open wide,
Man of Steel
Mistook for a hero what was just another douchebag Mistook for a cape what was just a big red flag Head in the clouds, so far out
Raine fielderPublished a day ago in Poets