love poems

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

New Year 2030, When We Dance
She stops for a moment to feel the heat from the fireplace on her legs and hands. Winter time took such a toll on her so many years ago.
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice7 years ago in Poets
To the Dark Haired Boy
To the dark haired boy, oh won’t you look my way? Your green eyes hold such mysteries, I would like to unlock them if you let me.
By Rianne Arredondo7 years ago in Poets
Our Box of Light and Chatter
We walked on uneven grounds Looking up at the same sky Extending our longing lonesome palms Their blank faces desperately craving for a warm breath
By W i n d ō NYC7 years ago in Poets
The Devil
I want to say she has the body of an angelBut that is too innocent of a statementSo instead I will say she has the body of the devil
By August Miller7 years ago in Poets
Woe
Woe is me, She is the sea, I am but land, And there I stand. Her waves roar, Love crashing onto my shore. Sun baked sand drinks its elixir,
By Shema Rangira7 years ago in Poets
An Ode to What Once Was
I lay upon the lions and draw thine face in the clouds that face which rivals the sun and illuminates through covers and shrouds.
By Kress Estime7 years ago in Poets
Bittersweet Words of Love
How can you sit there Sit there saying you love me You love me only when my skin is bare Why can't you see When I make you stop and stare
By Mary McMichael7 years ago in Poets
Relation Shipwreck
What the hell was this? Was this really love? If so, where did the passion go? Or was this something else? Something undefined yet quite wrong
By Brian Crowley7 years ago in Poets
Fire Burning
There is a fire burning Every time we get together It looks like there is a fire Every time you are by my side It feels like I’m burning
By Bazooka Teaches7 years ago in Poets
My Heart
I can offer nothing but my heartAnd its strive for love. Yes, my heart, My poor heartThe heart that has been beaten The heart that is bruisedThe heart that is trying.The heart that has been broken and put back together, only to break again One would say, the heart that has been put through hell.But it still beats. I offer you this heart, with much sadness and disappointment I only wish that it will be enough I wish you will accept this pitiful gift, For I have nothing but this heartAnd my love for you
By August Miller7 years ago in Poets
Why the Lover Is Lonely
When it flies, it soars. When it dies, it’s stale. We converse and pick apart. We reverse and return to old ways. Becoming
By Kendra Adams7 years ago in Poets
I Want to Meet You Soon
I patiently await your birth times ticks so slow each day I constantly remind myself that you'll soon be on your way I've done this twice before
By Jaz Johnstone7 years ago in Poets