love poems

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

Embracing the Journey: A Poem of Youth and Aspiration.'
Oh, young dreamers, with hearts so bright, Chasing the stars in the endless night. Life's a canvas, vast and wide, Paint it boldly, don't let fears decide.
By Angie green2 years ago in Poets
Ghost of my Grandma. 👵🏾
She stands in the garden, her dress torn by thorns, the fabric catching the pale light of the moon. I wonder, as I watch her,
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
Trust—Cheat
T here lived a girl who used to trust magi C R ed lips and his kiss— love a timeless stic H U niverse was hers all— her smile a grac E
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Poets
A Recipe for Love
A Recipe for Love Start with a heart, tender and true, Add trust, the base, to see it through. A pinch of laughter, light as air,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
something i want to tell you.
I love you like you’re the only one. You look at me like no one else. I smile at you, and there you blush. * Something’s in your heart
By Manthan2 years ago in Poets
Poetry And Rhyme Are Fun
Sense Swap - Write a short piece (poem or prose) that uses only taste and smell to describe a common scene, like a bustling café or morning commute. Challenge yourself. Do not mention anything visual. Instead, use other senses to paint the world… The Power of Poetry
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
Now stop loving her!
Now Stop Loving Her Now, newness has vanished. Now, feelings have left. Now, ownness feels strange. Now, actions are against.
By Manthan2 years ago in Poets
COMPLICITY
It is not because we are united that we should be equal. It's not because I love you every day, that it should be the same way.
By Ilya Baranov2 years ago in Poets
Fatherhood is Never Just
Fatherhood is never just Fatherhood, it’s partner hood, and son hood And some good comes Sometimes we just need to see that fatherhood is never just
By Bridge Theory2 years ago in Poets
Highway of Your Hands
I feel my heart speeding on the highway of your hands. World’s endless, taxing demands, they didn’t even matter anymore, I saw them for what they were - a cruddy chore,
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Sugar Sweet Words
I stayed up all night listening to your sugar-sweet words, The kind you find written on candy, The kind that makes candy-floss hearts in the sky,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Seams of the Soul
Staring down on civilization, I came to my realization: I climbed and climbed and all for nought. I climbed and climbed like a robot.
By Cindy🎀2 years ago in Poets