love poems

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

Only You, My Love
In the quiet whispers of the night, You’re the song that feels so right. In a world full of faces, passing by, It’s only you who makes me fly.
By mureed hussain2 years ago in Poets
The Darlings' Writer
The Darlings' Artist doesn't only compose; they mesh wizardry into words. Their sonnets become mirrors, mirroring the delight and throb of affection. Each line overflows with feeling, arranging pictures of taken looks, murmured guarantees, and the hurting quiet of detachment. They deify romantic tales, from the blush of new sentiment to the relentless friendship of a deep rooted association.
By Md. Didarul Alam2 years ago in Poets
Drizzled Paradise
The tales of summer, ended Autumn, her frills, released As frost, it’s chill, ascended Covering with frozen peace Pearls of icy treasures
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
When Love Shows Many Colors.
Love shows many colors. When I needed to get my medicine for my head Chris said make an appointment for the doctor I will go with you.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)2 years ago in Poets
Feel Beautiful
She just wants to feel beautiful for one night She wants to put on that dress the one that’s never seen the light She doesn’t want to make the plan
By Abi Rose Travis2 years ago in Poets
I am a human
Who am I, And who shall I be? It is said of me, as I am named in the heavens, that I am the human being. I am the human being, the one whose creation was perfected by the Merciful.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
Frost Moon. Runner-Up in Frosted Verse Challenge. Top Story - November 2024.
By the time the Frost Moon lights the Northern Bay, the gemstone leaves have dropped toward Earth, and their branches—
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets
Time = Distance ÷ Speed
🖤 purgatory we like to call it not so lovingly the bated breath between our adventure one we did not ask for -in, out, in, out-
By River and Celia in Underland2 years ago in Poets
Frozen Halcyon. Top Story - December 2024.
in the time before, in dormancy, I recall it all— the past, my soon-to-be present— lying in wait, anticipating the date of my rebirth
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
The Trail
The afternoon was passing by, As the sun was starting to abseil. The wind was whispering through the grass As she stood there on the trail.
By Cindy🎀2 years ago in Poets
My first mistake became my last mistake, which was loving you
Loving you was my first mistake, and it became my last mistake. What did you think? That no one would love me except you?
By Ignited Minds2 years ago in Poets
Icing
Slip into his fleece-lined flannel, too big, the red scarf you chevron stitched for him * last winter. * December mornings have barely arrived
By Joe Nasta2 years ago in Poets