love poems

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

The Mirror's Reflection
I looked in the mirror, searching for truth, For the person I’d been since my youth. But all I saw were flaws and doubt, A face that had learned to shut out.
By The Content Crafterabout a year ago in Poets
Happy Mother's Day
Dear Mom, How's everything up there? I wondering what you are thinking about on days such as this. You have your mom now to do you still say Happy Mother's Day to her. I still feel you and dad and Tim around me all the time whispering in my ear what to do from time to time especially when some decisions must be made.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Erotic Cake
Yummy yummy squidgy chocolate cake I feel the urge to whisk you off the plate. * My watered cheeks are ready for some love
By Simon Aylwardabout a year ago in Poets
❤️ Mother ❤️
A vessel of life from cradle to adulthood only One loves more.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Ink Beneath the Skin
I found the book by accident, a thrift store corner, dust and quiet, wedged between a haunted novel and casseroles from 1983.
By Nihal Khanabout a year ago in Poets
10 Short Mothers Day Poems for Wife. AI-Generated.
Here are 10 heartfelt Mother’s Day poems for your wife, celebrating her love, strength, and the beautiful role she plays as a mother and partner:
By pestosolabout a year ago in Poets
Circles in a Rearview mirror
The earth turns round and round, While riding on a long open road, breathing. Hands stretched out the window in a setting sun,
By CarolBooyabout a year ago in Poets
Seren
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Seren means "star" in Welsh. ... A curled shell of thought Unfurling with the weight of things Ghosts in my head
By Elle Schillereffabout a year ago in Poets
Heartbreak in a lost gorge.
As we drive through mountain passes, clouds hanging low, my heart screams for yours, still breaking from past love tragedies.
By CarolBooyabout a year ago in Poets
Don’t Be Sad
Don’t be sad, the sky still turns, The stars still shine, the fire still burns. Even on days the light feels small, The sun remembers, after all.
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
Where the Quiet
We didn’t plan to meet in the soft geometry of dusk— you, orbiting somewhere between worry and wonder, me, folded into the evening like unfinished music.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
She Said I Do Haiku
She Said I Do Haiku Aliens wedding The Gift the earth below us First class meal humans
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets