love poems

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

Door Dashed Said I Ordered Food, But I'm Like A Snail - We Don't Eat Normal !!!
Crawl --- Walk ---- Run Okay fine - I picked this image because it is "appealing" to me !? I'm the one seeing it, everyday - my eyes tell me it makes sense !?
By 365poetry16 days ago in Poets
I have "BROKEN" People Around - What "DO" I Do When I Cannot Find Value !?
If one person likes ME out of every person that knows ME - I will be happy... If one person likes ME, out of every person that has NEVER liked ME - I will be happy !?
By 365poetry16 days ago in Poets
Is Portmore Still A "STAND" Alone Parish - Jamaica IS SOOO Weird - Hmmmm
Are we going to ask the weirdest question possible !? Like ha ha, that ain't funny - but atleast, I'll have some water party !?
By 365poetry16 days ago in Poets
I think about you
I think about you Every morning when I open my eyes, I think about you Every evening when I turn off the lights. I think about you Every moment, and you don’t have a clue, You don’t believe me, And I cannot believe you don’t see That I’m speaking the truth.
By Daria Alexandra Enache16 days ago in Poets
Quiet Messengers Robins
Quiet Messengers robins I ache for you in ways unspoken, in silent hours that feel half broken. Your voice still lingers in my mind,
By George’s Girl 2026 16 days ago in Poets
Remember Me One Day
Remember Me One Day When silence folds around your name, And life no longer feels the same, Will something stir inside your chest,
By George’s Girl 2026 16 days ago in Poets
You ARE
You ARE beautiful .
By Victoria Yadira16 days ago in Poets
The Swirl That Would Not Settle
The Swirl That Would Not Settle It pulls me in, this restless turning field, A spinning thought that never finds its end,
By George’s Girl 2026 16 days ago in Poets
when i say i want you, i mean something like this
i want a quaint life with a complex girl. i want riches for security not materials. i want heartache to end. i want
By Daniel K16 days ago in Poets
It Never Forgets
It Never Forgets Some say the rose remembers, though silence veils its breath, it gathers every whisper, it studies love and death.
By George’s Girl 2026 17 days ago in Poets
My Wings: From Protection to Power
When I felt a breeze on a dry day, I would get anxious, the air touched places still tender. I was brave then, without knowing it yet.
By Magma Star17 days ago in Poets
The Face That Waits Beyond the Trees
The Face That Waits Beyond the Trees He stands between the fading light and time, A figure pressed against the thinning air,
By George’s Girl 2026 17 days ago in Poets