love poems

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

Thrifted Identies
* familiar paths, all washed away the sun has gone, the sky is gray I'm not broken, just lost, today I'll paint a new smile on my face
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Ekphrastic 2
Rosy hexagons cascade into vanilla honeycombs above the golden circlets tracing their conical skirts. Coral-pink orbs and small, brassy spheres that would caress my cheek with every whirl of my head if I had the right ears for wearing them.
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
The Weight of Being Human
We wear our smiles like fragile glass, Hiding cracks that no one asks. Our hearts are maps of roads untold, Carrying burdens we never unfold.
By PSYGENIUS2 years ago in Poets
All You Can Eat
Self-restraint is a 24/7 unpaid management role Not my intent nor destination yet here I am biting lips back from words to say
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Poets
Love is: Gentler Than a Prune
I conceived thoughts of you under the moon, Even a promise is poison ivy; Settling is gentler than a prune, Your eyes a garden, the thorns are lively.
By Caitlin Charlton2 years ago in Poets
Tears
Tears Tears flow softly, a quiet release. Each drop tells a story, a hidden sigh. Thoughts swirl inside, tangled and deep,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
20 Years of Goodbye
20 years we laughed, we cried Dreaming, hoping, planning, living Closer and further, growing both ways at once Was it goodbye before it ever started?
By Krysta Dawn2 years ago in Poets
Waves of Blue
How could I miss you, When I'm not even supposed to? When thinking of you, Feels like drowning in the ocean of my blues,
By How I Feel?2 years ago in Poets
LOVE IN A RAINY CAFÉ
Love in a Rainy Café It was a gray afternoon, the kind where the clouds hang heavy and the world feels muffled under a veil of drizzle. Emma ducked into a small, tucked-away café on the corner of Maple and Third, the rain soaking the edges of her coat. The door jingled softly as it closed behind her, and the aroma of freshly ground coffee and warm pastries enveloped her like a hug.
By Samuel Daniel2 years ago in Poets
Why humanness in its virtue fails
Grieving through the breathing crevices of my mourning soul, I propelled through piercing glances of the ones who chose to score their goal.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
After the Conflict
The dust settles, a shaky ceasefire in the kitchen light, the air gritty with unspoken regrets, yesterday’s words like shrapnel
By souhila2 years ago in Poets
Sweet Memory
Walking down the street on one sunny day My wandering eyes catch a glimpse of A blackish old Porsche My heart pauses as my steps at a standstill
By Ayumi Hino Gerads2 years ago in Poets