love poems

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

Morning Thoughts
Every bump, Every bruise, Every freckle I want to memorize Everything that Contributes to the Topography of your skin
By Rachel Dow8 years ago in Poets
To You (Fantasy Man)
I know it's not Love, But it's a whole lot of liking. The little things about you Are the things that strike me. Your face is too sexy
By Arkita Hammond8 years ago in Poets
Love For Astronauts
A science teacher of mine once told me That nothing is ever actually touching anything Because the electrons of our atoms push each other apart.
By Norrin Shearer8 years ago in Poets
You
What do you mean to me? You mean HOPE, hope in being able to break down walls of a sheltered person and letting them see that they are worth being loved by someone.
By Kerri Elling8 years ago in Poets
Autumn Love
Forget Summer Love, I want an Autumn Love. I can imagine what he looks like, his fiery strands of hair tipped with gold, his eyes a captivating earthy brown or a deep forest green. He will be as strong as the blustery winds. His scent would be fresh like autumnal earth.
By Chloe Urquhart8 years ago in Poets
Aftershock
Wandering along the shore the aftershocks of love breaking like waves against the crushed coral sand. Through filtered sunlight
By Valentyna Holloway8 years ago in Poets
I Never Figured Out
I never figured out what it was to be made out of wishes Until you walked away. You were my turnarounds, You were the mystery that was the daunting hours of tomorrow.
By Kate Avino8 years ago in Poets
Blanket
With you... I am sheltered, I am covered, I am warm... Very warm... Too warm. Without you... I am vulnerable, I am naked, I am cold.
By Jessica Burden8 years ago in Poets
A Sunshine So Cold
A Woman so bold she startled me not in a way that terrified me but shockingly deep in me I saw her darkness so beautifully
By Sinister Pens8 years ago in Poets
It's Love That Stresses Me
My lungs are filled to the brim with smoke, I inhale each one until I choke.But it's love that stresses me. That's why each time I fold, I crumble under this addiction.I feel the minutes with each fixing, to rid of this habit there's one thing I'm missing.Your kiss.To end this feeling it's hard to breathe, when I can't see you my eyes burn because I can't see through the smoke that leaves my lungs.The kiss we never shared leaves me undone.This shred of humanity is left on the brink, each time I miss you it gets harder to think, so instead a new addiction I decide to drink.With each burning gulp my liver dies, what I wouldn't give to look into your eyes.I miss what we had it's so overwhelming, but the truth is, I'm still dwelling on our past experiences what we used to have.I hope these current addictions will help get me through my main addiction, that's missing you.
By Christina Gorican8 years ago in Poets
What Is Love?
I remember the moment I laid eyes on you and I knew it was you blue. I knew what to say, I remembered that feeling as my broken
By Dean Martin8 years ago in Poets
Typhoon
Heart skipping like a jump rope team, Brighter than a summer sun beam, Stomach flipping like a gymnast, Who knew you could fall so fast?
By Kayleigh Dufour8 years ago in Poets