love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
She Strolls in Beauty
She walks in beauty, a gentle grace, A presence that time cannot erase. A tapestry of night and day, In her, the stars and sun hold sway.
khudai NoorPublished 3 months ago in PoetsWeakening Love
In love's glow, once vivid and bright, Fades like stars in the quiet night. Gentle smiles dim, lose their sheen, A dance that slows, becomes routine.
THE KING'S LOVE
Once upon a time, in a kingdom shrouded in mysterious mist, there was a king with a mysterious past. King Mie, as his name suggests, ruled with a regal air that hid the mysteries that surrounded his heart.
Harmony's Embrace
In the crucible of chaos, where shadows writhe, Humanity, a tapestry woven with threads of strife. Love, a fragile ember midst the tempest's roar,
Hold me 'till I fade
Hold me Hold me like you used to Hold me until the nights turn to days and the days turn to nights Hold me until the the sun stops shinning, rising, and setting
Rose Bloom
Take a walk With me Through A garden Made just for Me and you ** ** ** ** ** One, two Just for you Three, four Makes you want more
Mother CombsPublished 3 months ago in PoetsLOVE
In twilight's tender, soft embrace, Where stars unveil their gleaming face, Love blossoms in a gentle sigh, A whispered breeze, a lullaby.
Sargun GillPublished 3 months ago in PoetsDream Big
Dream Big. Have a dream that the world will be better and all the children to come in the future will see better. Dream big. Envision a world where the young and old don’t have to fight and equality isn’t measured in Black and White.
Joe PattersonPublished 3 months ago in PoetsVeiled Resilience: A Stoic's Dance with Love
In the realm where shadows dance, A stoic man in love's trance. His heart encased in armor strong, Yet false love's siren lures him along.
The WriterPublished 3 months ago in PoetsIs it me?
As I said, Baby, I Can’t see myself Doing anything right with this, Even when I Feel like it’s all Going well.
Kendall DefoePublished 3 months ago in PoetsBroken boy - a poem
I’m sorry for all the midnight texts I’ve sent Begging for you back over and over again I guess I’m finding it hard to let go
Henry PlumePublished 3 months ago in PoetsFinding Me, Finding Home
All my life I've yearned for something just out of reach, Better than I had, better than I was, Could I do it? Could I have it?