love poems

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

You Loved Me Without All That
The sky itself is a vast painting.. There are many grasses that lie down and lie down There are many lovers who melt on the ocean
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
Poetry And Vapor
Pieces of my soul Left scribbled on this paper Ghosts of poetry
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Types Of Heart
A heart that loves to chase Is free and strong Never sees anything wrong A heart that seeks to care Is a giver and listener
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
After You
After you there will remain Only evil. After your smile there will be Only pain. After your hatred there will be Only silence.
By Manthanabout a year ago in Poets
If You Had a Grave Dad
If You Had a Grave Dad Dad, if you had a grave, I would visit each day. I can’t, because your life turned to ash after you died.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Games
Oh, the childish games that we play For pleasure and survival Contemplating moves to make The steps we take are primal Games that stimulate the mind
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
The First to Love
your words provide safety for me just knowing perfect love exists saves me a little more and more every day ~*~ I try to hold
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
The Curtain Never Closes
It feels like I'm slowly disappearing through my own eyes— like something inside me is slipping out, quiet and unnoticed.
By Nuhan Habibabout a year ago in Poets
Under His Love and Care
i’ve stumbled before— yep. F-L-A-T. face-first. dreams splintered, H-O-P-E misplaced. but somehow, somehow the earth received M-E
By Komalabout a year ago in Poets
Lemon Juice
Monday morning means I am in a lemon-sucking mood, Twisting the corners of my mouth around bitter words That would sound better in an accent without twang,
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Tell Me About The Dream
You’re a mess of conflicting impulses - you’re greedy and vain but you don’t want to be like anyone else; you want to know why I’m confused - the truth is complicated, it’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet but you think I’m wasting my time delving in a limbo hoping to uncover something I don’t already know:
By Ella Valentineabout a year ago in Poets
Love Thunder
Still scared of thunder The way it makes the house shake The power to make the electricity to go out The loud noise its make
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets