love poems

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

Why?
Why are you standing there? I missed how you're standing there. I dreamt of you standing there. I caught a glimpse of you standing there.
By Michael avant8 years ago in Poets
Forbidden Love
I love the way he looks at me, The same way i look at him. We are madly in love. And forever will be. But no one can no for now.
By Morgan Levine8 years ago in Poets
The Things I Wish I Could Tell You
One. I like you. I really, really like you. I'm sorry that I lied. Two. There is something about the way you just look at me, that makes me feel like I matter.
By Elle White 8 years ago in Poets
A Moon's Despair
I wonder within a long walk, This arduous journey of mine, Painful steps trace back to my dark dungeon, To a blooming meadow of maroon roses we meet,
By Wulfwaru the Lonely Writer8 years ago in Poets
The Look
The eyes that soothe my anxious mind. The soft smirk that that clams my hyper limbs. The eyes that tell me I am beautiful.
By Laticia Vargas-Mendoza8 years ago in Poets
My World in You. Top Story - February 2018.
From the air I breathe to the warm touch and caress of your hands. A touch as though I’ve just been kissed by the sun. The peace I find when I get lost in you.
By Laticia Vargas-Mendoza8 years ago in Poets
No One Speaks My Language
No one speaks my language Not anymore It's the language of humour The language of Out-weirding the weird The language of authenticity
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
High
I look around and notice that you're not here, It hurts so much 'cause I really want you near, What is it you crave with others' company? It’s not fair,
By Zainab Bangura8 years ago in Poets
The One
Your eyes shinning like the sea. Your hair is the beach. My heart breaks, for I never want to leave. I know I've felt this before... but this is it... maybe...
By Lorraine Woiak8 years ago in Poets
Him
Him? Who is he? He is my ocean breeze, my summer storms. But I love him whole, not in parts. His eyes are a blue grey, they could swallow the stars. He had pretty eyes and beating heart but was chaos. What chance did I have? He was chaos but his heart was pure gold. Him. Him and I were each other’s muse but also one's miracle. Who could tear us apart? God? Time? Nobody could because it was just him & I.
By Cindy Nguyen8 years ago in Poets
Not A Love Poet
I swear, I don’t write love poems, but if I did, it would go something like, roses are red, violets are blue. No no wait, it would go something like, I want to be the man that gets the chance to fall asleep with you, be the man that gets a chance to see all the routines that you do. Like the nights that you stay up longer than you should just to do homework that’s not even close to being due. See, I want to be the man that shows you off too the world, like the ocean shows off the reflection of the sunrise on a perfect Summer morning. Or how a kid shows off their smile when they understand something that they are learning. Be the man that is there when you’re sick or feeling down and out, go through this life just to figure out what it’s all about.
By Alex Rios8 years ago in Poets
Night Owl Mistress
I am a slave to the night. A third degree I have bared for so many years praying, to whomever is supposed to hear, for one evening of peaceful slumber and a still mind.
By Laticia Vargas-Mendoza8 years ago in Poets