love poems

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

Constellation
I am in the middle of turning my flesh Into bone. In the middle of pulling out The last strands of color From the black and white shift
By Silver Daux5 months ago in Poets
Where Have You Gone?
Your heart still beats. Your Feet still step. But no longer toward me. I pass places you might be. Yet you could be around any corner.
By Laura Jane5 months ago in Poets
What Remains After It's Gone. Top Story - April 2026.
years turned to seconds as they dwindled away my memory threatens the things that you used to say each time that you held me
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets
Somewhere Between Ordinary and You
I didn’t fall for you all at once. It wasn’t a dramatic moment, no music playing in the background, no sudden realization under a perfect sky.
By Luna Vani5 months ago in Poets
Heartbeats
There is a place between heartbeats where your name lives— soft as breath on winter glass, fragile, but impossible to erase.
By luna hart5 months ago in Poets
Skeletons Of Youth
we picked the scab that hid the pain we bore the drab when it would rain we masked the hurt behind our eyes shielded our hearts
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets
Two Hearts
My mind raced away as I tried to control my anxious heart... My lips diverged from yours with leftover love... My eyes were only locked onto you... I smelled like spring mixed with autumn. Everything was changing, and I didn't want to waste my heart, so I asked for another kiss... A slight relief but a heartbreaking memory. Two Hearts But Together We Beat As One...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)5 months ago in Poets
One Day, My Love
Like the bumble bee and the rabbit, Mammy? Yes, my darling. Our pets, Chester and Quinny too, Mammy? Sadly, one day, yes, my darling.
By Laura Jane5 months ago in Poets
Loved Starved. Content Warning.
I crave the sensual touch from my lovers finger tips , His soft pecks from his pink lips . His caresses will tingle my spine with pleasure ,
By PoeticallyPurple245 months ago in Poets
I Still Feel You
So deep is the place you left inside me, not carved by time, but by presence, a quiet wound that never learned how to heal,
By Nelo5 months ago in Poets
The Only Unpaid Debt
I looked at her hands, mapped with blue veins and soft wrinkles, like a geography of a thousand sacrifices. They were small hands,
By Hazrat Umer5 months ago in Poets
Cryptomnesia
I thought you were dead A memory long gone An infection of illusion I sang your death song Threw dirt over your corpse In hopes you’d never darken my minds door
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets