love poems

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

The Bird
The flap of its wings The sound of its song The joy it brings With the song it sings along It lands on a limb As light as air
By Christiana Strauss8 years ago in Poets
Bikini Haiku 2 (Memorial Day)
In celebration of Memorial Day, here is a gallery of beauties in bikinis whose lovely forms have inspired some deeply poetic thoughts.
By Reid Moore8 years ago in Poets
Happy Birthday, Ma
I remember when you used to finish my sentences. Didn’t have to tell you what I thought cause you sensed it. Past two years got me missing those kisses.
By Kiaysha Jackson8 years ago in Poets
For My Human . Top Story - May 2018.
Since I can’t talk, I try to listen a lot I kinda can’t write either, but who really needs to do that? I see the real you from down here on all fours
By Nattalie Gordon8 years ago in Poets
Intimate Discovery
When It’s just you and I I have the urge to search the world That’s contained inside of you. I want to kiss your body and
By Sonia Morreira8 years ago in Poets
Purple Dress
A smile on the lips Of the girl that he kissed Yet he felt nothing He held her hand for a moment And said You are not the one
By Christiana Strauss8 years ago in Poets
Flower
There once was a girl So true and fair There was once a boy Who couldn’t help but stare He tried to get her attention He tried to impress her
By Christiana Strauss8 years ago in Poets
For Rebecca
We lay in the darkness basking in the moonlight looking up at the broad expanse of constellations in the vast universe. My hand slipped under your lace bra feeling your chest rise and fall with the inhaling and exhaling of your breath. Your soft heartbeat flutters and I pull you closer, feeling the warmth of your skin.
By Em Graysen8 years ago in Poets
Young Love
It's a red that crosses your face, It shocks you into place, Out of the daydream of physical space, You come whirling back to reality with haste,
By The broken Poet8 years ago in Poets
Space Love
I was swaying through time, Wasting my breath, my energy with those who weren’t too divine. I gave myself to those who weren’t really mine
By Genevieve Martel8 years ago in Poets
Love me first.
I wanted our love to be freedom. My Pacific Coast. My highway to pure paradise. I wanted to ride with you, feeling the wind in my hair and the sea salt air in my lungs.
By My mind in it's after hour.8 years ago in Poets
Ha Ha Ha
Ha ha ha I laugh and its real. It's not just a thing I do now. It's a way that I feel. You are me. And I am at peace. Beneficial for both parties involved.
By Christina Marie Martin8 years ago in Poets