love poems

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

Figure Steppin' (Oh)
Movin motion, Her body, like ocean. Steps... pepper Sees a doctor. She steps right, I step right, She steps left... I steps left. Like a proctor, I explore and examine Farther. Now, I'm her conductor. She smiles, I dream. I smile... I would like to Hug her. But arms length Is the frame. Behind five to ten seconds, Love in the domain. Back it up Back it up She smiles, I dream. "Now do the lean." Oh... Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets
Xenia: Hospitality
What is hospitality, but love for a stranger? For our fellow people, that we help and shelter them? We do not need to know someone to love them
By Natasja Rose2 years ago in Poets
Beneath My Breast
You pulse below me underneath my fingertips and inside me while I rid(e) my fears and worries grind them all to dust
By Amber Allehoff2 years ago in Poets
Philia: Connection of Souls
Connection comes from the soul and the mind As well as the heart People somehow joined together Even when far apart Love of each other, a belief or a cause
By Natasja Rose2 years ago in Poets
Louise Glück: A Poet of Deep Introspection and Lyrical Elegance
Early Life and Influences Born in New York City on April 22, 1943, Glück grew up in Long Island. From a young age, she exhibited a deep love for literature and the written word. However, her teenage years were marked by personal struggles, including a battle with anorexia nervosa. These early experiences with suffering and recovery would later influence the themes of her poetry, particularly her exploration of pain, survival, and identity. She attended Sarah Lawrence College and later Columbia University, though she did not earn a formal degree. Instead, she dedicated herself to the craft of poetry, studying under the guidance of influential poets and mentors.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
Saves Me
on darkest of days in bleakest of hues the sun refuses, her illumination all feels lost, my resignation I am dog, I dirt
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
In 50 Words, What is Love?
Imagine something so small that it seeps through your pores, It's so big that it can’t be contained by this world. The wind sings for it,
By Jennifer David2 years ago in Poets
Flower
Love is, Enlightening. A soft, And mellow thing. My heart was like a Winter night, Your sunshine, Is the Spring. 🌸🌼🌸🌼
By Mama Magdalene2 years ago in Poets
Far Away
Our love An open book Pages left unwritten We are not strangers I have felt your heart beating as I lay my head on your chest safe in your arms in the morning light
By Gisele 2 years ago in Poets
A Love Poem To M.J. 🍃✨. Content Warning.
☁️☁️ ☁️ ☁️ ☁️ ️️☁️ ☁️ ☁️ Dawn exhales ☁️ in blue haze, carbon fiber clouds unravel— slow, sticky, sweet. ☁️ Gelato lingers, ☁️ a sugared hush— lemon syrup slit-thin on my tongue, dripping gold into the hollow of morning. ☁️ Smoke ️☁️
By L.K. Rolan2 years ago in Poets
c y c l e s
face to sun o’re mountain peaks steady through valleys deep ebb and flow rush and slow highest highs lowest lows regress
By Kristen Balyeat2 years ago in Poets
Chopped down by wicked Council men
Chopped down by wicked men The tree stood, witnessing everyday life Snowfall, rain, wind, and thunderstorms. It survived year after year,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets