love poems

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

Only You
I can't see where I am going, the sky now begins to fade the air grows colder, even harder I try to breathe. I look into your eyes as if I would never again glimpse your face, our lips meet in a tremble and the rest of the world melts away just you and I wrapped in a blanket of stars, not a worry or care just living as we are.
By jennifer davis9 years ago in Poets
'I Felt Fireworks and You Saw Them'
“come here,” you said, clearing space on the bed, when i complained about the uncomfortable chair with itchy fabric, making me sit too straight.
By Meagan Zimmer9 years ago in Poets
My Morning Moon
She falls apart at the seams the moment she awakens. I've become addicted to her bouts of randomness. She has become contagious in my mind.
By Juliann Calloway9 years ago in Poets
My, How Things Have Changed
Breathing has become less of a process. Needing has evolved into progress. Dreaming is now an event I witness awake. Bleeding is occasional, due to the care that I take.
By Aether Atomsk9 years ago in Poets
What They Don't Know
On again, off again Can’t we make up our minds? Do you want me as yours, Do you want to be mine? Not once, but twice
By Jennifer Lopez9 years ago in Poets
A Short Disclaimer
How can I tell you That everyone that came before consistently let me down. How can I explain to you That I've come to expect disappointment.
By Sofia Carvajal9 years ago in Poets
Lavender Lids
Low lighting with smoke in the air, Live music filled with emotion, Small hands running through rust-coloured hair, Drunk men outside causing a commotion,
By Pearl McCarthy9 years ago in Poets
Lovesong
You are the composer I am the lyricist Our love is the song I'll write the words You play the music This is how we sing in tune
By A. R. Ambrosi9 years ago in Poets
Love
Love is hated Love is wanted Love is healing Love is destroying Love is unconditional Love is to be or not to be Love is supposed to be hard to say
By Yvonne Gonzales9 years ago in Poets
Passion Fruit and Sweet Vanilla
You have such a deep rich beauty. It comes off you like heat. It's in your eyes and the strong confidence of your smile. It's in the way you embrace being vulnerable. It's in the kindness you share with everyone. I can taste your beauty on your skin. Passion fruit and sweet vanilla. Salt and sugar. Your beauty blinds me and binds me. I hunger for you so. I want to take all your beauty into my being.
By Ellen McAllister9 years ago in Poets
Dreaming of Happy Days
I dream of days where I am happy You're in my arms and I smile I can smell your strawberry shampoo as I lean in to kiss your cheek
By Shyann Hamilton9 years ago in Poets
My Greatest Fear
I'm scared of spiders And things that crawl But my greatest fear Is for love I should fall For my heart to beat As fast as light
By Loretta Tyson9 years ago in Poets