love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Diary of an Emo Latina (uncensored)
I count the stars of February! Alas, they align within my reach. * I can dunk my head in sea water, my tears as salty as the beach.
Natasha CollazoPublished 3 months ago in PoetsTo love you, like they loved in Ancient Rome
A summer’s eve so clear. The Breezes gently Caress the cypresses while swaying them in Dance. Etruscan beauty, Venus of the mortal!
Salomé SaffiriPublished 3 months ago in PoetsLove, in all its Storms
"We are broken," we can no longer say, "We can carry on," and, "We can rise," as rage subsides... we see now, My Love,
Caroline JanePublished 3 months ago in PoetsBeautiful Liar
A Challenge by Randy Baker * I yearn to believe you, beautiful liar when you give your assurance that I will survive fanning the flames, desire's ethereal fire
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 3 months ago in PoetsWhen God Returned as a Woman
A poem dedicated to the courageous women in Iran: Did you cook and eat with her Did you shelter and protect her Did you sing your favorite songs together
Relentless Kindness LilaPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe Wolf
It was frightening then. That look of pure desire, Heated cheeks flushed to chin, Eyes of molten fire. . A wolf escaping its darkened den,
Rachael MacDonaldPublished 3 months ago in Poets- Top Story - February 2024
Play Me A Song
Rich brown wood hues, edges worn smooth by gentle hands over the ages, the strings taut- the most beautiful music can only come from tension. Without it, the strings would have no ability to sing. The bow , straight and curved, separate yet connected to the voluptuous vessel that it ignites into song.
Colleen WaltersPublished 3 months ago in Poets Silent Agony
A story so unique is told as a symphony emerges in the silence of midnight. Sounds of sighs, whispers of shadows, There lays a symphony of hidden pains.
Zephyr's paws on Casablanca's whiskers: ABC whispers of the duo drifters
Zephyr's paws on Casablanca's whiskers: ABC whispers of the duo drifters Azure sky under a sun that oppresses, Blinding the eyes but heightening other senses. Casablanca, home of travelers and nomads, Daydreaming, oh, how I really want new comrades.
Sleepy CloudPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe night we met
I am the victim because you don't really like me I try so hard I can't stop this a man gets urges you don't understand
Raine fielderPublished 3 months ago in PoetsMind at times
Image, Your image, That dumbfounds my mind, Bear fondness in my dual eye, You are the only fable, Endearing eye plumes blink,
Esala GunathilakePublished 3 months ago in PoetsMom birthday
On the loom of time, a tapestry bright, Mom's birthday, threads of pure delight. Each moment woven, a vibrant hue, A masterpiece of love, tried and true.