love poems

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

And Then You
I had become accustomed. Night after night my subconscious was plagued with dreams. The strange, the hellish, the absolute batshit crazy that makes you wish you'd never sleep again.
By Mika B8 years ago in Poets
Ecstasy
I knew I was about to commit a horrible sin. But was it really? This was a man I love. Someone I was about to marry. He Makes Me happier than I have ever been.
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
The Deception of Seduction
A pretty face, a slim body Doesn't have much to say There are thousands of these girls lacking confidence Seeking validation in all the wrong places
By Laura Williams8 years ago in Poets
Dream of Light
You are a dream of light. Appearing in my mind when I want it the least. When I most need it. Filling me with emptiness.
By Monica Bowen8 years ago in Poets
The Peacock, The Bluebird and The Butterfly
In the glow of the uprising sun, Peacock stood proud, His wings splayed majestic and his morning call loud, “I’m fabulously wonderful, now just let me see,
By Ava Sheridon8 years ago in Poets
Lost Heart
Incredible..... Is what I think when I remember our nights together, Cuddles that warmed me to my very core, Late night talk till we lost track of time,
By Olawale Lawal8 years ago in Poets
Blue
Blue & Love I think I started to realize I didn't love you any more when you stared into my eyes like the universe was in them and when I looked into yours all I could do was admire the color. The way the blue looked like the summer sky when you said that you loved me and heard me (mindlessly) say it back. And how they looked like the ocean, deep, and dark when I said I didn't want to be yours anymore. And how when you cried... They were as bright and blue as the butterfly that landed on your shoulder on our third date. And when I said I'd give us another shot... I saw the sky again.
By Cassidy Randall8 years ago in Poets
Black Nails
In this form, is the only way I possibly know how to express my emotions. A woman who uses words as an outlet, piecing them together to explain this feeling, has been twisting.
By Makenzie Robbins8 years ago in Poets
September
you;re someone that i once loved now you ain’t nun but a scrub, nigga want love but ain’t letting it come by shit nigga we’ve been hurt many times? you gotta realize everyone ain’t the same, some people tryna show you compassion, but you a dog with no actions. tryna die everyday you make people pray on that shit everyday. you heartless to the ones that love you and the ones that hate you buggin, but one day you’ll realize you think everyone tryna see you die, you think everyone hate you and wanna see you fail but nah nigga some wanna see you good. but like I said you ain’t nun but a dog with no actions or no heart at that but I love you and that’s that.
By brianna ramirez8 years ago in Poets
Floral Heart
Twelve months ago you gave me flowers I kept them in a vase while their color brightened the room With a crisp scent of promise and reassurance
By Michael Hartfield8 years ago in Poets
The Little Things I Do I Think of You
The little things I do I think of you. I want you to see my actions. My outfits. The way I talk. I invest too much thought.
By Jasmine 8 years ago in Poets
When She Was a Rainbow
When she was red, she flowed like a blood-stained river.She was flushed cheeks when one catches the eye of a stranger.Some nights, she was a long red dress and slender high heels;a single cigarette clutched between fingers that bore traces of a bloody nose.On Tuesday evenings, she was a white rose petal gently painted with a brush of regret;The thorn she had forgotten to trim that quickly broke through skin.
By spooky j8 years ago in Poets