love poems

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

Warm and pink?
Thoughts crashed in waves of flashes— I once believed love was red, fierce like wildfire’s scars. I let it scorch me, thinking it would pull me through,
By Sandhya Paudel2 years ago in Poets
Sun-kissed by Love
In dawn’s first blush, your eyes outshine the day, A quiet force that pulls my heart to you. Each step we take rewrites the world’s ballet,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
In the name of love
Hearts talk every day. Hearts speak one by one. In the name of love, hearts speak. In the name of love, hearts express. With every day, it's love.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
Footprints
____________________________The Moon lights the path in the sand where you walked. Water fills those footprints like sand filled cups. I could drink from those sole shaped sandy prints knowing you once stood and created those indents.--I watch the waves dance against your legsas your smile stretches as wide is the beachI try to pull you to me like a life raftbut your beauty is too out of reach.--The water is crisp and cool to touchas it caresses every grain of sand.Your skirt swirls as you dance among the waves,it's clear that it's you the land craves.____________________________
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
A Dialogue Between Poetry and the Pen
A Dialogue Between Poetry and the Pen The poem sighed, tired of the pen, Complaining, "Why this coldness and pain? You were always the companion of the soul and melody, What has happened to you, O pen?
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
Aide Memoire
The dark and deepened hues of the second solstice signal that It's time. A year since, and one could argue that the decision to go now is a late one.
By kp2 years ago in Poets
The Devil’s Kiss
The Devil’s Kiss He came to me in the dead of night, His eyes like fire, burning bright. A smile so sweet, a voice so low,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Verses in the FROST
Dear frost, you arrive in the quiet of night,Draping the world in your shimmering white.But it’s not just the cold that you bring to the air,It’s a whisper of beauty, fragile and rare.Perhaps you are fleeting, gone with the sun,But the verses you leave have only begun.Your lace on the window, your touch on the ground,A silent reminder where hope can be found.Life feels heavy, its weight hard to bear,Neither soft nor kind, it shows little care.And yet, you return when the night grows still,Painting the world with a quiet will.I see your art, though it melts away,A lesson that nothing in life can stay.But does that make you any less divine?To vanish, yet leave your mark every time?However cold the frost may seem,It carries a promise, a gentle dream:That even in darkness, there’s wonder to find,A delicate grace that calms the mind.So I endure, with your beauty in view,Each step I take feels a little less blue.Your frosted verse tells me to carry on,To seek new beginnings with every dawn.It will be alright, it will all be okay,For even the frost finds its voice in the fray.And though you dissolve when the sunlight appears,You remind me of strength through the hardest of years.
By Melanie2 years ago in Poets
Incommensurable
How could I leave her, It would be telling the ocean to dry up, Like telling the sun to lose its warmth, Asking a devotee to abandon their faith,
By Simran Daniel2 years ago in Poets
Winter cleanse
I have already packed my regrets They were too bulky for this Muscovite hotel room My shame still lies on the bed next to you
By Lily Séjor2 years ago in Poets
Eyes, a Window to the Soul. AI-Generated.
A pair of stars, twin orbs of night, Reflecting dreams, pure and bright. A sea of depth, a mystic hue, A gaze that pierces, tender and true.
By Roid Play2 years ago in Poets
Close to home Darlings' Writer
For the profound writer of sweethearts, the world is a material painted with the tones of connections — red with enthusiasm, blue with despairing, and gold with momentary bliss. Their pen isn't simply an instrument; an extension conveys the heaviness of implicit words, the delight of shared chuckling, and the throb of partition. Through their verse, they catch the unspeakable: the ripple of a heart when love first day breaks, the consuming force of a yearning look, and the tranquil distress of an adoration unreturned.
By Md. Didarul Alam2 years ago in Poets