love poems

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

To Love or Not to Love
To love or not to love—that is the question: Whether ‘tis easy to express your feelings And to give your heart away. Or to suffer from loneliness
By Aaliyah Baez7 years ago in Poets
The Day
Dominic can see his wedding day when he closes his eyes. The skies are grey and mist fills the air. He is wearing a black tuxedo and the dress of his love matches color.
By Kourtney Risher7 years ago in Poets
The Circle of My Heart
Everyday that I spent together just getting to it seemed to get better as we were moving along and I got to see the beautiful woman that you thought you couldn't be under that beautiful face
By jonathan bradford7 years ago in Poets
Millennial Love
What a world to live in where love is nonexistent it's all just a lie, when people say "I love you" it's just a pick up line
By Luci Darko7 years ago in Poets
You Are My Paradise
I wish I could remain her forever in paradise. Living with you, is like living in the safest place on earth. I wish I could allow you to have my mind,
By Rose Gutierrez7 years ago in Poets
Laying in the Sand
Laying on the Sand is a wonderful and Beautiful feeling because I am with you and only you Laying on the Sand on the Beach can be the best moment of my life because I am with you and only you
By Lakeyia L7 years ago in Poets
The Tantrum
The lip starts to wobble and your heart skips a beat You're in the middle of town and you're all out of 'treats' You try to ignore them but shit hits the fan
By Gemma Robertson7 years ago in Poets
Do Yourself a Favor
Do yourself a favor, Don't go back to him. If his his fist meets your body, Don't go back to him. If his hands wrap around your neck,
By Kathleen Shamaly7 years ago in Poets
Broken Dreams
Standing in a river of my tears wondering how exactly I got here, I never seen it coming; we were fine just last year. When cotton floats in the wind and weeping willows start to cry. That's when I begin to lose my mind.
By Dana Flowers7 years ago in Poets
Love Letters to Myself: A Series
I see you. I see how hard you try. I rarely see you in your entirety, but I know how much you want to exist. I know that the world scares you, because you choose to bloom without thorns...and for some reason the world likes trampling soft, pretty things.
By Alyssa Sanders7 years ago in Poets
Stinson Beach, Ca
We drove on a trip Made a trick Hoping a moral might stick Waiting for it to hit I never felt sick My mind could predict
By SiReN Motherfucker. I dont have a last name7 years ago in Poets
Emotional Illusion
When you meet the one and your blood runs cold, And the scars you have are all growing old. When our monsters meet and we fall in love,
By Peter D7 years ago in Poets