love poems

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

Teachers Under Pressure
Teachers Under Pressure The bell still rings though spirits fade, Another lesson carefully laid, Smiles are worn through weary eyes,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Man That I Need
The man that I need Cares for us, no matter what. He’ll be there no matter what
By Gabriel B. Shames3 months ago in Poets
The Danger I Want
He'll be the kind of man who learns that when I say "rest in peace" before bed, I just forgot the words good night and panicked straight into a eulogy.
By Tina D. Lopez3 months ago in Poets
I Left You When You Needed Me The Most
I Left You When You Needed Me The Most I left you when you needed me the most Those words still follow behind my days Not as a wound asking forgiveness
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
It's always something
Of course, it’s like this. Always has been. The incorrect order. The stolen package. The abusive partner. The tragic statistic.
By Veronica Wren3 months ago in Poets
In The Waiting Room
I’ve waited for you longer than I ever should. you fisted hands in my hair, so you know I will return on bruised knees that
By caitodoesstuff3 months ago in Poets
Too Busy Loving You
Verse 1 There’s nothing in this world that feels as true As a man who isn’t scared to say he wants only you Who shows his heart without a second thought
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior3 months ago in Poets
If Love Had a Voice
If love had a voice, I think it would sound  Like your laughter crossing a crowded room, Like a gentle promise carried by wind,
By Samara Pollyana 3 months ago in Poets
Between the Seasons
Where black roses grow. He found her beneath a dying sky, where winter had strangled the last colors from the earth. She stood among black roses,
By Nelo3 months ago in Poets
The Language of the River
He was the mountain... ancient, silent, carved by storms that never spoke his name. The world knew his strength, but not the loneliness hidden
By Nelo3 months ago in Poets
the dream of knowing
... beginnings in life much like in dreams are unremembered mysterious ... but ... the further back in time my mind travels
By John Cox3 months ago in Poets
More than you know🌹
Radio days- along with the great American song book- the great standards. pure music that makes me feel like I’m Ann Margret in “Made in Paris” where she is on the balcony watching the show and states “who needs to drink when I'm drunk enough on life” that’s how I feel, especially when the great American song book is playing. Ann Margret sings an American Standard- More than you know. One of the most beautifully written songs to ME. Back when love was something REAL people carried in their pockets everyday.
By It’s Queenie Darling 💋 Kallie Venturini3 months ago in Poets