love poems

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

The Truth About You
I wish I had seen what you really were All covered up hidden masked wolf hidden in sheep's fur. Was it all a lie? I could have never guessed you had me blind and in love. A naive mess.
By Ash astrid8 years ago in Poets
I Don't Love You Anymore
That night, I held you like we were before I kissed you like the first time made love like we usually did smoked on my cigarettes
By P.J Mimo8 years ago in Poets
Tell Me
Tell me you see me in your future. Tell me you see me with my hair in a messy bun, wearing sweatpants, no makeup, a baggy t-shirt, no bra, drinking a cup of hot coffee, reading a book. Tell me you've never seen anything more beautiful than my eyes in the sun. Tell me you want nothing more than to be with me for the rest of your life. Tell me you want to grow old with me. Tell me all the things I don't hesitate to tell you.
By Alexis Behrmann8 years ago in Poets
Set Free
She speaks softly, whispering in my ear, I ignore her, she says everything I fear, She's always near, creeping slowly, I can feel her crawling up my back,
By Hugo Gerwat8 years ago in Poets
I Miss Him
His eyes are so bright and new Alive with excitement and love and gratitude It makes me so happy We just met and he loves me
By Shimmermoon 018 years ago in Poets
To Her
To her, He's more than a person, He's her best friend; A personal shoulder to cry on, A soft place to land when things get tough.
By Stephanie Howe8 years ago in Poets
The Elephant in the Room
Hello little one My little bundle of fun The one who controls the moon and the sun can you hear me? Can you feel me? I'm talking to you now because I'm scared
By Outspoken Goddess8 years ago in Poets
Conversation
Conversation... I told myself that this was the best that I could ask for Simple conversation Yet my words are anything but simple . Meandering metaphor attempting to weave coherent conscious thought , all as I’m lost in the allure of this moment between us. Words flood my mind and fail my intentions, increasing apprehension.
By Poet Northstar8 years ago in Poets
Sunflowers
Something in the way her hair balters like breeze-blown petals against a deep blue backdrop... the sun is her spotlight as she sways serene and strong. In a crowd she stands out. Not in spectacle, but with eyes beaming beauty beckoning for a kindred soul to join her as she stops to savor the scent in the wind. Her presence causes the surrounding cacophony to settle into an afternoon serenade. Strong enough to be vulnerable, humble, and confident, she does not solicit attention, yet she reciprocates interest in constant growth. Her perceived imperfections are what makes her perfectly unique. This is not the polished vanity worn by so many who would presume to pluck her from her fields of splendor and claim her as their own... rather... this is my perception (and admitted adoration) of her true nature. This... is why I LOVE sunflowers.
By Poet Northstar8 years ago in Poets
Fatal Desire: Part II
Fatal Desire-Part II As the sun began to fade And the harsh winds began blowing, and began screeching the turf, much like glass blades
By Gulraj Bedi8 years ago in Poets
Heavenly Sin
I both smelled you and felt you.Before I ever meant you.We are nowhere compatible, butthe thought of you excited me.When that moment came I could not resist.I'm a slave to my desires, my passion overwhelmed me.You are not what I'm used to.But don't worry I am all for you.Weakly submissive, my soft longing.Heat and moist forming shapes in front of my eyes.You make me restless and breathless.Our veins were on fire. Insatiable.
By Cassiie Etienne8 years ago in Poets
At Midnight
you taste like coffee in the morning, honey in the golden afternoon. whiskey in the evening, and me at midnight. you attract yaws in the morning,
By No Nope8 years ago in Poets