love poems

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

The Real Ugly Duckling
They say there is just one breed of duck That has very bad luck And that's is the Muscovy Although even he can find matrimony
By Kristine ellis8 years ago in Poets
The Candle's Still Burning
When you kiss me, I fly far, far away When you kiss me, I move to a different world, Undiscovered world When you kiss me,
By Brownie Haze8 years ago in Poets
Without Each Other
He’s the kind of thinker that keeps hearts fluttering like the wings of a creature that is still learning control. A smile made of sea salt and waking up to the summer sun over the beach waters with no one in sight. His lips, the taste of coffee, awakening senses, and leaving restless thoughts wandering back to the times of cigarettes smoked until nothing remained but ash. His eyes like the drinks taken to feel something when love is not an option. Strong and yet constantly leaving her with a craving for more.
By Kauhane Stephens8 years ago in Poets
Lost Love
A happy ending ruined by some lust That could be the case if I spill my guts. Leads not to pain but sorrow as well Does it mean I deserve to go to hell,
By Katarina Willows8 years ago in Poets
Dear You
dear you, Atychiphobia: fear of failure; fear of not being good enough. Have you ever felt alone in this world? Like no one is there, no one is going to help you, no one is listening. That's how I feel. My head is filled with ruins of me and you. You make... made me feel idiosyncratic, other times useless... There was a time I felt like we were inseparable. A time when you made me like I was the only girl in the world. "When people take a glance at us it may not look like we go together, but at the end of the day everyone knows that we belong... together." you would always tell me. Things aren't the same without you. I need you here... with me. We inhale the very thing that kills us, just so we can feel more alive. We were built on false hope, false dreams, a false love... intoxicated with madness. My soul absorbed you, my mind inhaled your essence. You were the smoke I inhaled, the drug I injected into my bloodstream and it's too late to get rid of you.
By A. Y.8 years ago in Poets
My Dearest Mother
My dearest mother, you are beautiful. I remember you always beautiful and you will always be that way in my head. My dearest mother,
By Clara Malaussène8 years ago in Poets
Letter to My Future Husband
Dear Future Husband, I love you. I know I love you. Even when I hate you. Even when I wish we had never met. You want to know how I know?
By Tiana Covington8 years ago in Poets
All This
All of my life I thought the best and most beautiful poetry happens when the writer is depressed. I'd like to say I was right but I wasn't, in fact the best poetry is written when one is in love. I should know, its 12 a.m. and I'm sitting in my bathtub with my dirty white Converses hanging off the ledge.
By Melina Flores8 years ago in Poets
Two Sides Of You
There is a side of you, which makes me feel sheltered, when I'm in your arms, I feel so protected. And I heard once, Like a game of chess...
By Who Am I?8 years ago in Poets
Santa Monica Beach
SANTA MONICA BEACH I will never forget the luxuriant day we met. Flowers of paradise, fluted glasses, flirty Moscato wine.
By Andrea Cladis8 years ago in Poets
Scared
I'm scared. Scared you'll leave me the moment I tell you how I feel. Scared that I'm just getting my hopes up for absolutely nothing,
By Faith Zielinski8 years ago in Poets
Brown
The colour you see when you look at your no longer bleeding wounds The colour of dead leaves in fall The colour of wood stain
By Brenda Cobb8 years ago in Poets