love poems

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

Ink Mouse15 days ago
Heart of Sapphire
My heart was dark, full of black soot and ash, twisting a darkening my hate. I thought I would be alone forever, never to be together, with anyone to love. As you happened, flames blistered into my so...
Ink Mouse15 days ago
Venus and Mercury
To conversate, appreciate, all that is given, cause I give it my all, to you and beyond, to keep going infinity, sinfully, but he has forgiven me. But still not my decision to make, a high frequency y...
Ink Mouse15 days ago
Making Love
As you hold my hand... I am forced to show you how I feel, a real feeling, connected through heart and soul. The electrifying heat warms us, a kiss leads us to it, its hard enough to stop, the satisfa...
Blaise Terese15 days ago
Flowers on Monroe Dr
Last’s night’s mascara on this morning undereyes Looking while straightening your polka dot tie. Orange blossoms set upon auburn hairs, Pearl pebbles trickle from petals parted in pairs. Bougainvillea...
maia lawrence15 days ago
Dearest Thomas
He doesn’t try to fix me, nor attempt to change who I am as a person. He doesn’t try to coerce me into his views—like that of a man who demands to be nothing but right. He doesn’t try to change my app...
Caitlin Parsons15 days ago
J.R.R.
I love you. And when I say that I love you, what I really mean is that I wish I never met you. And when I say that I wish I never met you, what I really mean is that I want to punch you in the throat....
Cassie Ridge17 days ago
February
February 2018: I went to the doctor, I knew something was wrong. I went to the doctor, Two more times before I got a diagnosis. I went to the doctor, Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. I went to the doctor,...
Oliver Conlon17 days ago
The Woulds
This is a gift of sacred insight Into a certain strain of moonlight A distorted version of “fight or flight” No sleight of hand A willful and hopeful submission That damningly inviting gaze you gave W...
Anathi Bungani17 days ago
When Loving Becomes a Crime
Holding the sword is a good samaritan He who preaches good practice To his children, he teaches love Yet to others love he never shows At church to God, he prays that he may never judge Yet he despise...
Em, I18 days ago
The Weight of Your Hand
The weight of your hand on my hip, I feel it there, As I sleep in your bed, The bed I now seek solace in, The bed I do not want to seek. The weight of your hand on my hip, I feel it there, Weighing my...
Joseph Civitella18 days ago
Anchor to Your Core
Anchor to your Core Everybody speaks their mind, but only those who truly know how to listen can hear them. Everybody conveys their heart, but only those who truly know how to feel can touch them. Eve...
leo c. morales18 days ago
A Memory from You
soaked in his own sweat, for running in directionless, what a hamster in his cage, or a fly in a glass, his lost eyes, so empty, they saw the coldness of the faces, that became friends, he wanted to s...
Hannah J Myers18 days ago
Third Time Lucky I’m Going to Get the Guy
Third Time Lucky Im Gonna Get The Guy God Knows Twice The Amount Of Tears I Cried Third Time Lucky Im Gonna Get The Guy When I First Met Him My Heart Flatlined Felt Like I Died Third Time Lucky Im Gon...
Ink Mouse18 days ago
My Heart
...she's the beat that won't stop, so much love... she turns down the ones who hate me, anyone who could try to break me. Picky eater, but she devours love, given me the only hope to take flight like ...
My Broken Jar
I told myself I'd stop writing about you Yet here we are I'm still pouring my heart into This broken jar You made me feel as if I had worth You healed my scars Yet when traveling forth I am behind bar...
A. Lello19 days ago
Dasher
Long dasher days, with the winter in my hair Slasher days, huddled in cocoon fleece And aching in the blue chill The house yawns with kerosene Sighing our love, enter the ice grey whistle At our Barri...
Ysabelle Soto19 days ago
My First Love
You were my first love. You were the one to break my heart. You were the one to put it back together. You were my first love. It started with a message. A notification. I didn’t know who you were. But...
Ana J19 days ago
Not Polite
Love is not polite A new understanding Self control, gone The dire need for your presence fuels this fire Currently trying not to be erupt Me Im the volcano Not our love but Love is not polite I have ...