love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Stay next to me so I can always love you
Hold my hand and don't let go. Let me feel your breath on my face. Let me touch your hair. And in another galaxy, I feel like I am.
Joe Bou KhalilPublished 30 minutes ago in PoetsMy Secret Love
My Secret Love I still love you, my queen, because I couldn't have you. Between us lies a sea, and we whisper across it. I'm on this shore, you're on the other. Between us lies a barrier of sorrow. You extend a hand from your shaded tree, But I'm in a desert, untouched by your shade.
Afzal HossainPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsInnocent Love
Innocent Love Coming down from the mountain, standing beside it Clouds touching all over, on your clothes. Purple flowers in your ears and some blue hues in the background, the Himalayas sky has letters.
Afzal HossainPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsRex
Rex was a wild one violent and mean No one dare to challenge him, when on a rampage The whole house would rumble when he was angry.
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 10 hours ago in PoetsHow Did I Fall In Love?
How did I fall in love? You captured the brightest light in the sky, Then you placed in my heart, Where the brightest star glittered and shone,
Carol TownendPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsWith His Hands.
I love his hands as I hold them in mine before he touches me. My heart follows his finger tips as they trace my skin. He is rewriting my history with his hands.
Love
**Love** Do we trust each other? Do we? Maybe not? You think Perhaps today I am with some dazzling young woman,
Afzal HossainPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsLoneliness
**Loneliness** The girl didn't want that much! Not so much beauty, not so much freedom! She wanted a little less,
Afzal HossainPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsAnamika
Anamika By what name shall I call you, Nameless one, Anamika? In water, land, sky, and beneath, Your sweet name is not written.
Afzal HossainPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsThere Was Much to Say
There Was Much to Say There was much to say, if you had loved me that day. There was a path to walk, if you had come two days earlier.
Afzal HossainPublished about 16 hours ago in PoetsThe Poet's Queen
The Poet's Queen You love me, so I am a poet. My present self is a reflection of your love. The sky, the air, the morning light,
Afzal HossainPublished about 16 hours ago in PoetsDay Labor
Day Laborer Your luxury cars drive down the roads, And your big ships sail across the sea. The railways are bustling with fast steam engines,
Afzal HossainPublished about 16 hours ago in Poets