love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Love Scent
I disappear and forget - Who I am, Who I was, Who I will be Obsession and Longing Purple Emerald Juice drips from the Garden of Eve
Ute Luppertz ✨Published 29 minutes ago in Poetsminefield of your happiness
you threw me into minefield of your happiness our history burnt
My Name Is Not CypressPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsThe Art Of Love
A melancholy that won’t go away Hints of red highlights in dark shades of grey Whispering words that we refuse to say Regrets for one’s that have gotten away
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsScars to Sunsets
You turned my scars to sunsets so much so that they healed Do you not believe me yet When I tell you This is how I feel?
Frankie MartinelliPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsThe Artist's Promise
At some point in the far-off past, in an inquisitive town settled between moving slants and mumbling woods, there continued to be a young woman named Elara. Elara was known all through the town for her agreeableness and splendid smile, which could illuminate even the haziest days. She continued with a clear life, working at the town cake kitchen, where the scent of recently warmed bread and prepared products drifted through the air, drawing in people from miles around.
Rony SutradarPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsEchoes of Love: The Boomerang's Promise
Across the horizon, where hopes may stray, In the realm of dreams, where hearts hold sway, There flies a boomerang, in elegant play,
Aurora PenumbraPublished about 16 hours ago in PoetsIn every breath, you're here
In the quiet of the evening, I see you there, in the shadows. So, can you tell the difference, between Heaven and Hell,
Lungisani NgcoboPublished about 16 hours ago in PoetsElegy of the Northern Lights
Like the aurora borealis, a ghostly gleam, Their love once shone, a fleeting dream. In twilight's embrace, they found delight,
Aurora PenumbraPublished about 16 hours ago in PoetsPencil and Paper: A Paternal Love
In the quiet dawn of morning light, A pencil dances, sleek and bright, Upon the paper, pure and white, A story of paternal might.
Aurora PenumbraPublished about 17 hours ago in PoetsArt
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
Atomic HistorianPublished about 17 hours ago in PoetsLove is everything
This is why we love. Because love is what makes us. It's what makes us strong every day. It is what keeps us motivated to fall in love and follow love with every passing day.
Joe Bou KhalilPublished about 18 hours ago in PoetsTwilight's Embrace: A Waiting Heart
In the garden where the twilight sings, She waits beneath the willow’s wings. Her heart, a vessel of longing deep, Awaits the one who haunts her sleep.
Nguyễn Huyền TrâmPublished about 18 hours ago in Poets