love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Gift of the Magi Retold
Love so pure, orthodox. One, and sure. • Jim loved her. Watch was swapped. Love so pure. • Combs the cure for her mop.
J. S. WadePublished 3 months ago in PoetsNever the same
It is never the same without you. The bed where we slept is so cold at night. Ever since you left me it has been lonley. It is never the same without you.
Danielle MosleyPublished 3 months ago in PoetsNever alone
You are never alone. I will not abandon you. I will never take your love for granted. You are never alone. I will never betray you.
Danielle MosleyPublished 3 months ago in PoetsNot with you
I hate the feeling of lonliness when I'm not with you. I hate the feeling of sadness when I'm not with you. I hate the feeling of anger when I'm not with you.
Danielle MosleyPublished 3 months ago in Poetshe says he loves me
he says he loves me, but i just met him yesterday. he says he loves me, but i don’t know his name. he says he loves me
⸘jason alan‽Published 3 months ago in PoetsI always wanted to be the kind of woman who wears scarves
I am dressed for the funeral of my self-respect black from head to toe except the scarf to hide the bruises of your love
TheSpinstressPublished 3 months ago in PoetsDesire
You are my most heartfelt desire. I desire your touch. I desire your smell. I desire your embrace. You are my most heartfelt desire
Danielle MosleyPublished 3 months ago in PoetsEcstacy
Loving you is like ecstacy. I swoon at the sight of you. I love the way you smile at me. Loving you is like ecstacy. I love the sweet smell of you.
Danielle MosleyPublished 3 months ago in PoetsMorning Coffee Love
In the peaceful sunrise's hug, an orchestra unfurls, Where murmurs of daylight dance on cups of gold. Arousing faculties with a fragrant charm,
Embracing Stillness: The Art of Letting Go
In the tapestry of time, threads woven tight, A dance of moments, in the softest light. Some chapters unwritten, mysteries unknown,
Mubashira KachhotPublished 3 months ago in PoetsChildren Forever
Tiny hands that clutch and cling, Eyes that sparkle, dreams take wing. Laughter light, a tinkling chime, Souls untouched by hands of time.
Sunil KushwahaPublished 3 months ago in PoetsPetrichor
Raindrops spatter spring leaves and dampen the forest floor, Lightning flashes precede the echo of a thunderous boom, Raging storms unleash the piquant aroma of petrichor,
Thomas DurbinPublished 3 months ago in Poets