love poems

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

Realms Can Choke On It
you were the druid. but not the healer. the kind that watches the deer die and says “good. now something else can eat.” -
By Iris Obscuraabout a year ago in Poets
You are here
"You're Here" You're here... A gift that fell from skies above You lit the world with grace and love Soft and light, you filled the air With beauty deep and warmth so rare You and I... The joy inside, A shining light we cannot hide You're here A morning smile that chased my fear You and I No thousand years Could melt the love that brought us near Happiness came with your touch The stars aligned for us — so much And fate just whispered in my ear: You're here... Your eyes, they glow A light my soul has come to know Your arms — my home, my gentle peace In your embrace, my doubts all cease And hand in hand, our dreams unfold Since you arrived... my story's told You're here A morning smile that chased my fear You and I No thousand years Could melt the love that brought us near Happiness came with your touch The stars aligned for us — so much And fate just whispered in my ear: You're here...
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
The One
Introduction These are some words for my Muse, with an adapted sonnet form and words borrowed from Pink Floyd and mythology.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
A Familiar Face
Why is it that love, of what they speak, is never a true glee? Bringing fear and pain, It never comes alone. And it never tells you when they come,
By Syed Arabi Khaliqueabout a year ago in Poets
Blown Away
The storm blew me away while you looked away, too concerned with the pirates that wanted your gold. You fought and fought,
By Mischief Muchanetaabout a year ago in Poets
The Goblin called Love
I wish my heart could speak for itself. I'm not qualified to speak for it. I wish I could ink out this love letter with its contents.
By Mischief Muchanetaabout a year ago in Poets
My Black Mahogany
At the risk of sounding contrived— yet deserving of applause for avoiding the cliché, uninspired, and unoriginal phrase "caramel/chocolate skin"—
By Mischief Muchanetaabout a year ago in Poets
Mr. Fix-it
She calls me "Mr. Fix-It"— and I can fix it, you name it. But how do I massage her body from abroad? How do I meticulously excise and express
By Mischief Muchanetaabout a year ago in Poets
LOST AND NOT FOUND
I’m lost, Tainted, reduced, reluctant— Under the pressure of your expectations. Ruined, depleted, redundant, Unable to redeem myself.
By Mischief Muchanetaabout a year ago in Poets
Warfare of want
I’m going to wage war with your soul that despises love. Ravished by past lovers who failed to engage with its essence. I’ll dive and torpedo into your heart like a dagger aiming for the bull’s-eye.
By Mischief Muchanetaabout a year ago in Poets
Again and again and again
When That Day Comes I will never let you go again. I will not disembark. I will cling on. I will sow seeds that will unite our souls forever.
By Mischief Muchanetaabout a year ago in Poets
On your tongue..
She melts on your tongue like her favourite chocolate, Her lips, a Chardonnay that keeps giving well after it's swallowed.
By Mischief Muchanetaabout a year ago in Poets