love poems

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

How you make me feel like this
Your eyes and looks, Take my heart. Your hair and style, Hold my attention. Your presence and scent, Capture my mind. Your talk and flirt,
By Manthan2 years ago in Poets
Footprints in the Sand
On the edge of dawn, with skies so gray, Tom walks alone where seagulls play. The whispering waves, they ebb and flow, Like his heart that aches for Liza’s glow.
By mureed hussain2 years ago in Poets
Meet me halfway
I swear That I truly love you. I still think highly of you. You are still in my heart. Please Meet me halfway. I still adore you.
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
How much can I love?
How much can I love? How much can I declare my love? Because how much I love, I feel it's not enough. How much I love, I feel that I can love more.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
No More ... . Top Story - November 2024.
I want nothing more than to write about you and what you do to me To scrawl endless flowing rivers of words about you Oh, how I wish I could write that poem of you and me
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
Unread
I write poems that go unread Sometimes because I forget them before they escape my head Other times I write them But hide them instead
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Hallelujah Indeed
I’m hating my journey, the passion is gone Becoming more lonely as time passes on I’ve wallowed in pity, I’ve longed to be freed
By Earl W. Pearl2 years ago in Poets
The Guiding Light
.....How do we honor our teachers? In halls of wisdom, where shadows fade, They lit the path, the truth displayed. With gentle hands and voices kind,
By mureed hussain2 years ago in Poets
I Love Beauty
I Love Beauty Since my childhood, I have loved beauty. I love the crops and the flowers, I adore them, converse with them, talk to them, and nourish them. I melt in their amber scent, and my mind is quenched by their fragrance and tales. I used to speak to them as a lover, not as a child who hadn’t yet grasped the meaning of love to gift them, To the one who cherishes and protects them.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
Vektra
A slave's past, nightmare The Dark Side found her and she Stepped between the stars
By Jonathan Lawrence2 years ago in Poets
Take Me Home
No matter how long I live in the city, Every so often I have to return to where the lights do not block the stars from sight,
By Kelsey Clarey2 years ago in Poets
Hard Times
Here come the hard times Here comes the return of the archons The harkening of our death Not the death of people But the death of our nation
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets