love poems

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

Always Together Is Very Far Apart
Me? Me! You! Why you? Well why me? Yes you, no me. Me never, you forever, but always together. Had been far apart,
By N A8 years ago in Poets
"Carry Me"
His eyes His smile His hair, His Touch, I carry them with me in the very back of my mind. And when I hear that song or I write those words, I see you.
By Mariah Nicole8 years ago in Poets
Gentle Hands
I'm a child when it comes to love. I show it in obnoxious ways. and when I feel like it's being taken away from me, I grab onto it and hold my grip on it so tight, like when my mother used to take away the things that weren't mine, and I'd say,
By karla lopez8 years ago in Poets
Sunshine
He will never know. Nor will I ever tell him. He who could care less. About a woman's feelings. He who only knows. How to destroy one’s soul.
By Rue West8 years ago in Poets
My Oh My
My heart beats, My palms are sweaty. My eyes are closed, My balance unsteady. My senses aroused, My thoughts are heavy.
By Brook 8 years ago in Poets
Before You, I Was Lost
Before you, I was lost. Before you, I didn’t know I could be loved. Before you, I never knew I could love. Before you, I didn’t know what it felt like to be needed.
By Destiny Cunningham8 years ago in Poets
L.S.D.
Love. Sex.. Drugs… Their love was toxic, vile, and distasteful to watch. At least that’s what all their friends and family said. They were both beautiful people, with a dark past, and tainted ways. Family would say their weakness grew when their tainted ways became one and the same. You see when together they were sloppy. A loose mess, like a child turning twenty-one. She hung off his shoulders all her words seemed slurred, while he waved guns in the air asking whose turn.
By Auteanna Baysinger8 years ago in Poets
Pain Is Life as Pain Is Love
there is life but there is also death beyond the pain the boy cries as he is awoken by the feeling of agony he open his eyes to feeling of pain but to him it's just another form of love
By Davonte Dales8 years ago in Poets
The Kind of Love
See I want the kind of love that sets me free like falling from a very tall tree but sometimes love sucks sorta like my rhymes
By Valerie Rose8 years ago in Poets
On the Subject of Love
It's on days like today that make me wonder why we suffer through love. Love, is nothing but misery. Sweet misery. They say misery loves company, and that is true. Why do we insist on being miserable? Love, we convince ourselves that love is possible. That we can allow another human being in to love us. however, how can expect someone to love us when we can't even love ourselves. So, on the subject of love, it is misery, And we love to be miserable.
By Jade Howard8 years ago in Poets
Love
I don’t know if you noticed or not but I haven’t been especially close you At least, not in these past few weeks. I felt the closest I ever been to you yesterday.
By Ruthie Mae8 years ago in Poets
To You, My Dear Darling, An Inspiration
I've written this poem for all of the friends in my life who have supported me in some way or another. You've all inspired me and have taught me priceless lessons about friendship, heartbreak, and finding the beauty in the little things. This is also for anyone who is feeling down, not feeling like themselves or not feeling worthy.
By Marissa Matthews8 years ago in Poets