love poems

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

Underground
This morning, In the still blue half-light before the sunrise Still more asleep than awake, You held me so tightly that I imagined myself deep underground, my bones gripped by roots, warm and safe
By Isabel Siobhan8 years ago in Poets
Blue-Eyed Boys
What do you do once you’ve returned from the promised land of milk and honey west coast where dreams become a little too exposed in the light
By Isabel Siobhan8 years ago in Poets
Grandma
Wrapped up in the thought of you, I spiral to feel your embrace. Everlasting is your scent I miss. I wish to reach your face.
By Emily Peacock8 years ago in Poets
Fearless
I am not afraid of your scars I am not turned off by your broken pieces I can match your imperfections against my own I am not looking for a healer or a saint
By Kiki8 years ago in Poets
Welcome Home
When it comes down to it, we all just want someone to come home to at the end of the day who is happy to see us. A set of arms to fall into that will cradle away the burdens of our day. A shared shoulder to carry the weight of this arbitrary world. That solitary voice that whispers only our name above the constant din of a churning universe. Someone to tenderly kiss away the sea of callousness that we wade through each day. An anchor to remind us that we have a permanent space despite the uncertainty of this life. When it comes down to it, we all just want to be loved, unconditionally, without fear, without doubt, without reprimand. In all our flawed humanness, and our scarred spirits we just want to seek the quintessence of calm that we can only find in another beating, imperfect heart. We just want to be welcomed home; not to a physical place, but to a state of mind.
By Kiki8 years ago in Poets
I Love You
I find you. In a sea of blankets that don't quite fit, I find you You're an awake soul Eyes so deep Self so innocent Looking for something more
By Nana .8 years ago in Poets
A Sailor Stuck on Land
I've never been a man to fall in love. But when I saw her, out from sea, I did not know if she be angel or goddess. Her smile brought me to land in the winter.
By Shane Miosi8 years ago in Poets
Colourful Mess
Pink like the soles of a possum's paw, her cheeks carried the blush of the cold winter air. Green highlight in her locks, the colour of moss. The tips of her nails coloured medical blue and egg-yellow arm warmers donned on. A faded purple sweater that seemed to have come out of an old trunk from yesterday; jeans that looked like the hide of a dairy cow. With Lips the colour of a psychopath's blade hiding baby white teeth.
By CMi Mimi8 years ago in Poets
Memories Encased in Ice
The otherwise pure ice was stained crimson with the lines of the hockey fieldThe rink employees looked like they were having funTheir neon orange vests looking brighterAgainst the field of pale blue and white wallsMy breath, fogging up the plastic barrierThe skates felt loose on my feetThe first step
By Jillian Appel8 years ago in Poets
Let Me Go
I recognize the difficulty of true love which makes you to collect all your emotional baggage and escape. That difficulty, which leaves an empty space even for his sad periods. One difficulty that burns without burning. Love, learn, and then they tested until you get a draw love. No unknown. I recognized true love. Pretty soon. I stroked her she, remained silent, firmly shook me. Leave me alone, I screamed. I can live without you, but I don't want to. Can breathe without you, but I don't want to. I could be happy without you, but I don't want to. I learned that love is to give without expecting anything in return. I learned that there is nothing more important than freedom. Love don't live in a cage. Love lives at home. Under the sheets. In front of the door. Love is in the beauty of his dream. Love is in dispute, in silence, in the banging of doors. Love is the desire to spend time alone. Love is in forgiveness. Love is power. Power push you to figure that out, and then they soar like a feather. Love is a hurricane and storm, and each element of nature. Love has a name. Devil with Angel wings. He is hiding. Has the most beautiful blue eyes. Will recognize it. As long as you don't let his hand.
By Arıána Petróva8 years ago in Poets
Love
I’ve never liked Love as it’s portrayed by Romantics. Cliche and unrealistic, it is the epitome of deception cloaked in a rosy attire. They speak of a love at first sight and that is another thing I despise with a passion.
By CMi Mimi8 years ago in Poets
Him
Caress me with your words And look through me like i'm nothing. Love me with everything you have to give and i'll throw it back a thousands times stronger.
By Kaylee Sanchez8 years ago in Poets