love poems

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

Value Of My Imagination
In the misty fair of a fantasy town, O traveler, lost, yet profound. How many dreams have I gently tied, To fleeting moments where hopes reside.
By Mahendra Kumar Behera2 years ago in Poets
In The Quiet Of Us
She: Do you hear it, the quiet between our words? It’s louder than anything I’ve ever heard. ................ He: I do, it speaks in a language so clear,
By Naveenkumar2 years ago in Poets
I Knew You Then
I KNEW YOU THEN I knew you then I know you now, I know you then, I knew you now, I know it’s true, Don’t ask me how, The seams of time sometimes allow,
By Ken Donner2 years ago in Poets
Just a Dreamer
I'm still searching for answers yet to come I'm still waiting for that special one I'm still hoping my wishes will come true
By Paula Rowlands2 years ago in Poets
Unlocked By Chance
This is a reprint of a poem from a while back that I felt some who have subscribed more recently would enjoy. The tale of two fearful hearts, locked in fear filled darkness, taking a chance on each other. Yes, that is me and my lovely wife on 11/985. 🎈❤️‍🔥
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
One with the Sea
I became kindred with the sea when I was young. I loved the way she waved back at me, like I was the only one. She understood my every tear
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Dreams
When memories exceed your dreams And time moves on and youth retreats Hindsight’s a lesson it’s 20/20 Revealing the devil
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
A Face Says a Thousand Things
A face says a thousand things, Yet your voice remains silent. And your hands remain clenched. And your feet remain planted.
By Idara Oghogho 2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of His Song Pt 2
Only in silence, will you hear the voice that whispers. His voice plucks the strings holding your heart in place. A part of yourself that has been meticulously stitched back together
By Idara Oghogho 2 years ago in Poets
Ode to Self. Content Warning.
You are going to die, and your hair is going to grow through the dirt with the roots. But here you are, worried about whether or not your cheeks are rouged,
By Sara Wynn2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of His Song Pt1
Wash your ears with whispers of His song. A song He sings to those young in heart. A lullaby to the bittersweet feeling of nostalgia.
By Idara Oghogho 2 years ago in Poets
Hello, My Sweet
Hello, my sweet I hope you know, I'm not going anywhere The only thing that could make me walk away from you It would be if you asked me to
By Mercedes Chavez2 years ago in Poets