love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
How Many Times
How many times will I say I love You? It will never be enough How many times will I say I need You? For You are my rod and my staff of comfort
Rachel LundyPublished 3 months ago in PoetsONCE I WOULD LIKE TO MEET YOU
In the whispers of time, a longing brews, Once, our paths entwined, dreams we'd choose. Eyes that held stories, untold and deep, A silent promise, our hearts would keep.
Sher singhPublished 3 months ago in PoetsDrought Conditions
I remember a time when it used to rain. When ash-shaded skies would sob sheets of tears on us. We'd trade song titles and
Mike PetersonPublished 3 months ago in PoetsMidnight Love
In the quieted embrace of 12 PM's quiet beauty, Where shadows dance and time races, An ensemble of stars starts to play,
Sathishkumar SPublished 3 months ago in PoetsMidnight Moon
In the velvet domain of the 12 PM sky, A single moon starts to moan. Projecting its shine on the world beneath, A quiet orchestra, a heavenly show.
Sathishkumar SPublished 3 months ago in PoetsIn My Dreams
May my slumber be sweet and my dreams even sweeter For I long to fall into a sleep so tender that I dream of You and I Whenever I do, I find You within the depths of our universe
Rachel LundyPublished 3 months ago in PoetsGenuine love poem — Valentine's Day
Let’s touch each other’s hearts while life lasts, and let us watch the power gained through our vulnerable discussions, cause you don’t have to take precautions anymore,
Self TranscendingPublished 3 months ago in PoetsA RECKLESS ENDEVOUR
Our eyes met and held for a moment, measuring each other. Then I said, "Last night was rash... reckless." "Yet you accepted my invitation to ride in the country and brought no chaperone," he countered as his fingertips lightly caressed my cheek.
Abigail WanjiruPublished 3 months ago in PoetsA Fireside Fantasy
The moon is high over the trees, This is probably the last warm night we’ll see. There are leaves softly tumbling in the breeze.
Danielle Elizabeth AndrewsPublished 3 months ago in PoetsAll beautiful things.
All Beautiful things Cave and Die. Every ugly thought is Forgotten, despite Growing jealousy and Hate, hate that you spent
Songs in My Heart
At Last my journey leads to a new life, Building Momentum to a brighter tomorrow, A Change in Me, hope where there once was sorrow,
Morgan Rhianna BlandPublished 3 months ago in Poets~Man Of My Morning Glory!~
February 2nd, 2024! ~ Man of My Morning Glory!~
Jennifer CooleyPublished 3 months ago in Poets