love poems

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

The Day the Sky Turned Nice Again
The Day the Sky Turned Nice Again I remember that morning so clearly, when the sky softened and opened wide, no more heavy clouds pressing down,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
A Creeping Vine
she wondered what it would be like if she stepped into her poem would she appear and become or merely blend into the scenery
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Poets
To Build A Nest
Introduction This is a dansa for two friends setting up home together. You probably know who I am talking about. The music is "Three Little Birds" by Bob Marley
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
The Art of Mutual Love
Perhaps the true meaning of "cherishing" between people is simply this: You listen to what I say; you feel what I give; and the efforts I make—even the ones you don't strictly need—you hold dear in your heart.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing6 months ago in Poets
The Weight of What Was Held
The Weight of What Was Held She turns away from the offered key, her hair moving like a storm that refuses to settle, there is history in the angle of her shoulders,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Shape of Staying
The Shape of Staying They lean into each other without effort, time resting gently across their faces, lines and marks like quiet maps,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Good Old Days, 1970
The Good Old Days, 1970 We had one key for the whole front door and left it under the mat Mum said “If they want the telly that bad,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
An Hour Made Us Ours
The soft chin lowered to a heavenly field of flora, still not letting that proud smile take flight, yet the chuckle of happiness escapes through the starlit eyes
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka6 months ago in Poets
The Habit That Slowly Destroyed Me
It didn’t happen overnight. If it had, maybe I would have noticed. Maybe I would have stopped. But the truth is, the habit that slowly destroyed me didn’t feel dangerous in the beginning. It felt comforting. Familiar. Almost harmless.
By Imran Ali Shah6 months ago in Poets
She’s Writing Again
Is she really back in her writing mode? The way she disappears and comes back like nothing happened needs to be studied I get it writing takes time
By L.I.E6 months ago in Poets
From Sadness to Self-Love
You’ve finally started to move forward. You were stuck for so long, listening to the same excuses and waiting for the same inevitable outcome. Finally, you realize: you can never truly get used to sadness, and sadness can always find a way to get worse.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing6 months ago in Poets
I Can’t See, Hear, or Speak to You Anymore
I Can’t See, Hear, or Speak to You Anymore My eyes are wrapped in shadowed cloth, The world has vanished into night, I reach for shapes I used to know,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets