love poems

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

Heaven Again
[Verse] Your shadow lingers on the walls at night You are a whisper so soft It keeps my soul alive The echoes of your laughter
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout a year ago in Poets
In It to Win It
In It to Win It She lit a cigarette and smiled cards on the table her car in the pot eyes fixed on the one at the head the boss with the gold watch
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Extinguishing Andúril
Gondor called for aid But all the cards had been played No one rode out Because Gondor had alienated all of Middle Earth
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Will I?
Will I ever get a chance to tell you what I feel? Would you ever know what was it that didn't heal? Would we ever be pushing those tiny swings and trains?
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Poets
The Killing Games
The Killing Games It began with laughter in the dark a sound that cut through the air like glass shadows stretching too long on the ground
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Soft to the Touch
Baby animal fur Cottonballs Pussy willows Cashmere Why did my mind go there? You said my skin is soft to the touch. Why couldn't I just be normal and say, "Thank you?"
By Julie Lacksonenabout a year ago in Poets
A Good Start
You smiled at me I felt warmth in my face. You approached slowly. I felt my heart race. * You told me your name, and I told you mine.
By Julie Lacksonenabout a year ago in Poets
Confession
I didn’t know what love was, or what it was supposed to feel like, I didn’t feel it in my goodnight kisses, and I didn’t feel it in my bedtime lullabies.
By Bryony-Leighabout a year ago in Poets
I saw him and I wanted to stay!
I saw him on the street one day I saw him and I wanted to stay He was crying and I gave him a pat He didn't ask me, but I was sat
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Poets
When Love Hurts: Is It Truly Love?
Sometimes, because we love someone deeply, we allow the harm they cause to happen. We might even believe that's just part of love. But love should never be exchanged for humility. We shouldn't have to suffer trauma repeatedly or doubt our own worth. If that's truly love, why does it demand so much patience from us?
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
When Your Eyes Hold the Sky
I saw the dawn in your gentle stare, A quiet light that could heal despair. The clouds stood still as if unaware, That love had bloomed in the morning air.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
Cuddling Demons Ain't So Bad
[Verse] I don't always wrestle my demons Sometimes we cuddle when the sun goes down In the glow of their bright fiery halos
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout a year ago in Poets