love poems

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

The Crystal Ball Bowed
The Crystal Ball Bowed My crystal ball bowed to her light, Not to fantasy, not to passing desire. It recognised something older than memory,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
The Spell I Whisper For Us
The Spell I Whisper For Us I do not light these candles for show, I light them because hope needs warmth. The flame trembles like my waiting heart,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Paws and Go
I see him sit there Our eyes meet, grin, blush, I sweat The leash tugs, we leave
By Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)7 months ago in Poets
Till There Was You
Till There Was You I never knew the sound of laughter, That could linger in the air. Never felt the warmth of sunlight, Till your love was standing there.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
The Heart Is Deceitful
I’m remembering back to our wedding day When I married who I never meant It was wrong for my heart to give me away Since I never did give my consent
By Earl W. Pearl7 months ago in Poets
Regeneration
*** as the snow begins melting tiny bits of life slowly emerges from the petrichor scented soil sure signs of second chances, hopeful notions
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 months ago in Poets
Generational Transformation
and then I saw her my mother in the mirror looking through my eyes
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 months ago in Poets
Limerence
Limerence, how highly sensitive people can truly feel what another is going through on a very deep emotional psychologically physical and conscious level only the one who sense feel read can truly understand that depth of processing and trying to heal another and themselves to clean from it all
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 7 months ago in Poets
A Spring Of Snowdrops
Introduction This is my ninety-fifth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's magnificent artwork. There was also a suggestion from my Muse and my daughter Juliet, who both love spring and snowdrops.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Poets
Quiet Bloom of Love
Here I am again, sitting quietly at home, music spilling through the room, feeding something deeper than myself. Outside, the world moves in bursts of color and motion.
By luna hart7 months ago in Poets
Sand Echoes
My legs pressed stories into the shoreline from staying longer than I should have. Evening leaned softly against the waves,
By LUNA EDITH7 months ago in Poets
The Promise I Was Never Meant to Keep
I told myself I would be different. I would not become another story that begins with hope and ends with silence. I swore I would recognize the pattern —
By LUNA EDITH7 months ago in Poets