love poems

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

Enamored
enamored, captivated by this feeling, this feeling of you enamored, watching the sky turn from orange to blue enamored, gazing up into endlessness, i wonder
By Slgtlyscatt3red2 years ago in Poets
You Don’t Own Me
You Don’t Own Me You don’t own me, I’m not your prize, Not some jewel behind your eyes. No chains can bind, no leash can hold,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Sun and Moon
Never be a nightmare, In our cosmic dance, we’ll stay together. Just like another night — Who cares if we must fight? Wanna be far from you,
By pm2 years ago in Poets
Is It Love, or a Loss of Self?
If being with someone stabilizes your emotions, opens your heart, makes you more confident, more cheerful, and more curious to explore the world, then that person is worthy of your love. True love is reciprocal: when you're willing to risk everything for someone, they respond with equal enthusiasm.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Wealth and Wonder
Whispers of Wealth and Wonder In the realm where hearts collide, where love and passion cannot hide, beneath the stars, with worlds to explore,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Dawn
The storm may howl, the rivers rise,Thunder shouts across the skies.Yet even in the tempest wild,Hope still hums, so soft, so mild.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
You Drained My Heart
You Drained My Heart You plugged your heart into my heart, Drained it empty from the start. Fed me whispers, soft and sweet,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
We had to accept!
Life seemed unfair. Between us We gazed at each other. We were hoping for something great. Love at first sight. Our hearts softened.
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
One Night Stand
I trace the shape of your hand on my thigh in my mind, only in my mind. as you part my lips with your mouth you tear down every barricade
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
The Luchador
I thought about you today. Many times actually. I wanted to reach out, to text you. But I didn’t. I dreamt of you the other night, it was a bit of a strange dream, and you were the only thing in it that felt real. I wanted to reach out, to tell you about it. But I didn’t.
By Amanda McGuire2 years ago in Poets
What Is Easter? A True Story
What Is Easter? A true story The stone was heavy, cold, and bare, A tomb of silence, thick with prayer. The world had wept, the sky turned black,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Our Love is Like a TikTok Trend
Our love is like a TikTok trend, It starts off slow, then jumps—ascend! One moment sweet, the next insane, Dancing through joy, looping again.
By Tale Weaver2 years ago in Poets