love poems

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

Wound Path
Is it still love if I settle for a love that has sank so deep, into the sea of complacency? Fallen below the waves, to be tangled in the seaweed
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA7 years ago in Poets
Happy Birthday
It’s your birthday today and I’m kicking myself because I missed it / I get to see you over the phone through video chat but it’s not the same;
By Andy Valle7 years ago in Poets
Under the Stars
I didn’t know what to expect when you asked to meet me. I was nervous and excited, as anyone would be. But, I do know, throughout life we have a million chances to make one thing right and in life, we have one chance to make a million things possible. My only regret was not taking a chance on you sooner.
By macy darcie7 years ago in Poets
Crossroads
Do you ever think about your life? Do you wonder of the joys and the strife? How do you weigh the good and the bad... How do you know which you have?
By Deanna7 years ago in Poets
Him
him. one of your best friends. but you think of him differently. he’s texting you right now. your face lights up. only to be brought back to utter sadness.
By jenna j 7 years ago in Poets
I Decide
After our phone call I think to myself You love my poetry don't you? I hear you go "eh." But I reply still, "no you love my poetry."
By Lizzi Montgomery7 years ago in Poets
The Devil Wears You
The gravity of love disrespected you honey The power of evol took your heart from you lovely Just because you love somebody
By Ecarg Nosive7 years ago in Poets
Beach Blues
These are the moments I want to last forever; Nice subtle waves, reminiscing about the good days this view is what I want to remember.
By Samy Stoerkel7 years ago in Poets
Writing Letters
Wish we can go back to the simple days of pen and paper, typewriter and all; for that moment of simplicity This moment I’ll hold dear,
By Samy Stoerkel7 years ago in Poets
Secret Admirer
The beauty of secretly admiring someone is that it is a secret. The disadvantage is to not be able to show them when they are close.
By Suly P.7 years ago in Poets
Following Gulliver
He’s left standing on the walkway overlooking the loading bay wondering when the one he waits for will come home. Yet this captain he cares for has the spirit to roam.
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA7 years ago in Poets
Where's the Spark?
What do you do when you’ve lost the chance for spontaneity? What can be said when the thrill is no longer there; Why do the fireworks suddenly disappear?
By Samy Stoerkel7 years ago in Poets