love poems

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

The Art of Repair
A person who truly loves you won’t always give in to your every whim. They might get angry at your questions, but once you have both calmed down, you will see them quietly adjusting—as if they have heard your heart and are trying to get closer to you.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
A very wicked, deceitful man,
A very wicked, deceitful man, With a silver tongue, he made his plan. He spoke in lies, and wore a smile, But deep inside, he’d hurt awhile.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
My Dad George Hurst
My dad was a Coal Miner, a Coal Miner at Bold Coal dust killed him off long before he got old He had been down the pit from 14 years old
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
love letter (to my dog). Winner in The Unnecessary Line Challenge.
you are there for me in the ways only you can be on the days no one else sees me you see into me and i see you, too and where i go, so do you
By Amber Grace7 months ago in Poets
The Text I Got After 5 Years of Silence
For five years, I trained myself not to look. Not at my phone after midnight. Not at old photos. Not at the part of my life that ended without a goodbye.
By Imran Ali Shah7 months ago in Poets
How To Flow
My mother believed in instruction. Not the kind printed in manuals, but the kind delivered through weather. That summer she took me to the sea
By Melissa 7 months ago in Poets
The Voice at 11:11
Every night at 11:11, Mara calls Daniel. She does not miss a single evening. It began three years ago, the night they almost ended. An argument that had stretched too long, sharp words thrown like fragile glass. He had walked out without saying goodbye. She had watched the clock in the kitchen while silence thickened around her.
By Melissa 7 months ago in Poets
The withering love
If you don’t take care of your garden, the weeds take over. The earth becomes dry, hard, and useless. And like flowers,
By Minou J. Linde7 months ago in Poets
Hostile
Cancer acid cell breathes not, will to survive, kills. A zombie doesn't die. 🙋‍♀️<3
By Diana7 months ago in Poets
No Sympathy for No Empathy
Sometimes, I think about a girl named Heather whose empathy was light as a feather. She floated along, never landing too long.
By Dean Traylor7 months ago in Poets
Let it Win
How will you approach the task at hand? How will you make sure it will not be in vain? How will it overflow and not be restrained?
By Victoria Yadira7 months ago in Poets
Seen
My wife has green eyes They watch me fail and celebrate the attempt They see my body I celebrate every tragedy Every attempt
By Daniel D'Agustino7 months ago in Poets