love poems

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

Letters to My Younger Self
Letters to My Younger Self I found the box by accident. It was hidden under old clothes, buried in the back corner of my cupboard—the kind of place where forgotten things go to sleep. Dust covered the lid like time itself had sealed it shut.
By Imran Ali Shah6 months ago in Poets
Where You Once Were
Where You Once Were Your absence has a sound to it, a hollow echo through the day, it lingers in the things we touched, and will not simply fade away.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Life Lessons
what made its way back was something i didn't recognize when what came back hit me tween' the eyes because what came back
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Poets
You Eat With the Devil and Sleep With an Angel
You Eat With the Devil and Sleep With an Angel The candle wept upon the sill, its sorrow thin and pale, A trembling light that dared not speak, yet told a deeper tale.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
infinity
the seasons all change and the flowers will fade the morning arises and slowly goes away everything comes and goes in beautiful waves
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Poets
Love's Glorious Origin
LOVE wields a net dredging the sandy sea bottom tangling hearts in salty knots 🪢 until we toss ourselves into the surf
By K.B. Silver 6 months ago in Poets
National Poetry Month
Love Not to be cliche Like love makes the world go round However, it does! Nature Standing on the ground Helps to heal majically
By Denise E Lindquist6 months ago in Poets
The Art of Selective Caring
Choosing to let go doesn't mean you're "over it"; it means you finally understand that there are more worthwhile people and things in life to care about.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing6 months ago in Poets
Perfect dream
Do you ever sleep And in a dream see Something your heart wants so deep That you hope is meant to be? I'm used to a nightmare That makes me wanna scream, But what to do with a dream That makes me wanna be there?
By Daria Alexandra Enache6 months ago in Poets
But What if I Love Her
What if I love her like rain on my window at night, slowed and steady, where everything feels alright? What if I love her like chasing the edge of the sun, driving through gold when the day’s finally done?
By Gia Saint6 months ago in Poets
I Miss the Old Me
Not the version people think they knew—but the one I remember in quiet moments. The one who laughed without thinking, who didn’t overanalyze every word, every silence, every goodbye.
By Imran Ali Shah6 months ago in Poets
The Fool of Hearts
One person. One laugh. One glance. I cannot have. I was given one rule And one rule only. Do not fall for that boy! I should’ve let those words control me.
By J.C. Nolan6 months ago in Poets