love poems

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

Two Sides of the River
Never opened my floodgates to a broken heart but I’ll save you first ... and you'll count me out. for my love will always hurt
By P.J Mimo8 years ago in Poets
Paradise Lust
I’ve been transfixed by your mind and longing to be impaled by your dick. Did I say that too quick? I envision all the inches, taking my breath away
By Highlight8 years ago in Poets
Eternity
Sometimes I wonder how I can live like this. Sometimes I think I should call it quits. But your love keeps me going strong..
By Alicia Abbott8 years ago in Poets
Ever Growing Inferno
your eyes are the sparks that have set my soul on fire burning the flame in my heart which is my love for you. my heart soars and sinks just at the thought of you.
By s r8 years ago in Poets
I Do
With this ring I do, Put my trust in you. Take me into your arms, Keep me safe and warm. Chase the monsters away, Love me like you did in the beginning,
By Alicia Abbott8 years ago in Poets
A Ray
I look through a dirty phone screen at the scruff lined face before me. I take in bark brown eyes as they connect with mine,
By Alexandria Afanador8 years ago in Poets
Collide
Two hearts, two worlds, colliding under the starry night. Every anguish and dismay replaced with amenity and warmth. Broken smiles written on sands washed over by the splashing waves.
By Christine Beam8 years ago in Poets
It Was Warm
That breath warm against my tense yielding skin. My neck tingles in anticipation. My mind and soul hot with obvious sin. They watch me be filled with degradation.
By Kendall Earl8 years ago in Poets
Come a Little Closer
Oh Love, Why do you fade from my embrace? Staying for the briefest of moments Leaving gentle suggestions towards the trail to take
By Matthew Hernandez8 years ago in Poets
Remember He Loves You
if you're the girl that cries after sex, as your body trembles, your hands grasping his shirt, squeezing as tightly as you can
By Jordan Benton8 years ago in Poets
A Theory
It’s 2 PM, 35,000 feet in the air. Two drinks in and we are gleeful, constricted in a tight row of seats. He draws with close-mouthed fervor, an earnestness in the flick of his hand,
By Alexandria Afanador8 years ago in Poets
Dear Future Wife
Dear future wife, The interesting girl of whom I will never get bored of. I can’t wait to drink your quintessence, getting drunk off every single ounce of your soul to the point Alcoholics Anonymous won’t accept me. I wanna inhale every crevasse of your skin and smoke the deepest valleys of your mind. I plan to bottle you up so I can take sips and get my fix of you whenever I please. I’ll proudly pronounce I’m an addict if I get to overdose on you daily.
By A Conflicted Romantic8 years ago in Poets