love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Igbo Princess Called Ada.
Ada, my princess with eyes so bright, you shine like stars in the darkest night. Your voice is soft, like morning rain, it washes away my deepest pain. Your laughter dances through the trees, it floats so light on the village breeze. With every step, you move with grace, a queenly charm upon your face. You wear your wrapper, red and gold, a story of beauty, strong and bold. Your smile brings peace to every land, your touch is gentle, like God’s own hand. From the streams of enugu to owerri's song, with you beside me, i belong. I will build a home with love so wide, for you, ada, to stand with pride. Let all the drums beat in delight, for you, my moon, my heart, my light. Ada, my love, my royal flame, forever i’ll whisper your sweet name.
By Chris Liberty 2 years ago in Poets
Eternal Goodbye: A Love That Never Fades
Lena and Kieran were soulmates, bound by a love so deep it felt like the universe had crafted them from the same star. From the moment their eyes met, they knew—no one else would ever understand them the way they understood each other. Their love was a wildfire, consuming and beautiful, but fate had other plans. Kieran was sick, his body failing him day by day. The doctors said there was no cure, only time—precious, slipping sand. Lena held his trembling hands, her tears falling onto their intertwined fingers. "I can't live without you," she whispered. Kieran’s voice was weak but firm. "Then don’t." They had made a promise long ago—if one were to leave, the other would follow. Not out of despair, but because their souls refused to be parted. The world without the other was a hollow, colorless place, a half-life neither could bear. On the last night, they lay together under the stars, the same way they had when they first confessed their love. Kieran’s breathing was shallow, his grip on Lena’s hand weakening. She pressed her forehead to his, her heart breaking and mending all at once. "I’m scared," he admitted. Lena kissed him softly. "I’ll be right behind you." As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, Kieran’s chest stilled. Lena didn’t weep; she smiled. She took the small vial from her pocket, the one she had prepared weeks ago. The poison was bitter, but the thought of eternity without him was worse. She lay beside him, her fingers laced with his, and closed her eyes. The pain was brief, but the peace that followed was endless. When they were found, their bodies were curled together, faces serene. Two hearts that had loved too deeply to beat apart. In death, as in life, they were unbroken. And somewhere beyond the stars, their souls danced, finally free
By Kaushal Kumar 2 years ago in Poets
When The Rain Sang Love.
The rain began, a gentle hush, no need for shelter, no need to rush. She reached for him with laughing eyes, as thunder hummed across the skies. Barefoot in the puddled street, they moved where rhythm met heartbeat. No song but raindrops played above, the perfect sound for making love. Her dress clung close, the night grew wild, yet in his arms, she was a child, free and fearless, soft and strong, they danced like they'd been waiting long. Each twirl a promise, step a vow, no past or future, only now. The storm, a stage, the wind, their choir, their love alive with raw desire. And when the lightning kissed the ground, they kissed too, lost and newly found. In falling rain, they found their grace, two hearts, one dance, in one embrace.
By Chris Liberty 2 years ago in Poets
A Simple Luv Poem
I’m not TuPac and your not Jada, so I write this to you with no comparison and hope that you could appreciate this later! AI onced asked me to write this in a more perfect way. If I gave in, then my heart couldn’t stand for something artificial to have glory on this day!
By Jay LeTron Dobbins2 years ago in Poets
She Cheated, But
Boys don’t cry, they said. But that night, his pillow was soaked. Not because he was weak — but because he loved her with a kind of honesty that’s rare. The kind of love that doesn’t come with conditions. That doesn’t count mistakes. That forgives. Again and again. Even when it hurts.
By Simanto Mojumder2 years ago in Poets
