love poems

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

Just One Glance
When our eyes first met I knew you were the one My fated mate Soulmate To hold my hand Dry my tears To walk with me Through the dark days
By KA Stefana 2 years ago in Poets
Roses Are Red
Rich in love Open my heart Send me love notes Elevate my soul Show me you care Abide in my body Restore the spark Earning my trust after breaking through my shell
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
brownies & secrets
i used to ask if you put truth serum in them because every time i took a bite pain and secrets i tried to hide spilled out like batter into the baking dish
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
Love>Light
Love… Is like a blessing from above It’s full of red, blue, and yellow hues. Shifting and shaping into something new. Love is like light
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️2 years ago in Poets
Self Love
I love the fact that there is friendship, Between two people, As it blossoms into something special, Best feeling in the world,
By Tambourine Man2 years ago in Poets
Moonlit Love – Duet Song
Him And me? Can you feel my yearning? Every second I live, I live for you… Like stars that light the midnight sky, You're my only, shining truth… Both No matter how far, no matter how high, Love will always find its way… Through endless nights, through stormy skies, I will hold you, come what may… Her Why does time take us apart? Why do distances keep us away? Like the moon waits for the rising sun, I will wait for you each day… Him Promise me you’ll never leave, Even if the stars fade away… Through shadows deep and rivers wide, I'll be right there, come what may… Both Even if the world forgets our name, Even if the winds may change… We will dance beneath the silver moon, Hearts in sync, love remains… Both No matter how far, no matter how high, Love will always find its way… Through endless nights, through stormy skies, I will hold you, come what may…
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
The Empress
It lingered for days to come, Deliciously mingled into real life. The early morning light, filtered through the tight shut blinds.
By Kimberly2 years ago in Poets
The Beloved’s Longing
I ask the stars above, where my moon might hide, Nights now feel so empty, each day hollow inside. Far away, he dwells in a village of dreams, While I yearn here endlessly, lost in love’s streams.
By ANITA2 years ago in Poets
He Speaks
He Sounds The Drums, Strumming To The Beat Of His Angst… Amongst The Anxiety His Reality Raps An Unfamiliar Tune. He Speaks With All Caps,
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 years ago in Poets
Not Mine
You have done what you needed to do to survive the war, the scars are part of the story that you so desperately wanted to be written.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
A Lover’s Poem
The day of love, powerful and pure. A chance to tell loved ones you really are sure. Hand-crafted cards or store-bought gifts,
By Leigh Hooper2 years ago in Poets
Gwendolyn Brooks: A Voice for the People
Early Life and Influences Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks was born on June 7, 1917, in Topeka, Kansas, but grew up in Chicago, Illinois. Her parents recognized her talent for writing early on and encouraged her creative pursuits. Growing up in the South Side of Chicago, often referred to as "Bronzeville," Brooks was deeply influenced by the vibrant Black community around her. The challenges and triumphs of urban Black life would later become central themes in her poetry.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets