love poems

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

to kiss randomly
to kiss randomly our love has become a ghost occasional calls
By Gerry Thibeault9 months ago in Poets
Nude
Bare skin against skin; Our bodies giving heat. What’s the point of clothes
By Alaine Hay9 months ago in Poets
O fools, and slow of heart to believe
My heart burns within me On my path And I rose up the same hour, and returned to Jerusalem, yearning, God’s providence
By Diana9 months ago in Poets
THANKS GIVING:
THANKS_GIVING Little 12-26-25 All the trappings... Turkey, Ham, Mashed potatoes... ..A beggar child standing on a corner.
By Victor Mendez9 months ago in Poets
Gone.
Can we find joy here? Our world rife with pain and fear. I’ll think of you dear.
By Claire Gilliland9 months ago in Poets
Deepest Love 💕
Deepest love is not loud. It speaks in patience and calm. It listens without judging. It stays when times feel heavy. Love grows through understanding. It heals wounds without reminders. It gives strength during silence. Love teaches forgiveness first. It respects hearts and boundaries. True love brings inner peace. It supports dreams quietly. Love stands firm during storms. It chooses kindness every day. It lifts souls without conditions. Love is faith in action. It turns pain into wisdom. Deep love nurtures growth. It values honesty over perfection. Love becomes light in darkness. Deepest love makes us better humans.
By Muhammad Saad 9 months ago in Poets
The Last Song Has Played, It Is Time to Go Home
The Last Song Has Played, It Is Time to Go Home The lights dim and the hall exhales one final sigh. The echo of applause lingers like a fading perfume.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Rhiley
Only 5 lbs 6, She ushered in with the snow. My most special gift!
By Alaine Hay9 months ago in Poets
love unconditional. Top Story - December 2023.
A/N - I'm re-releasing this piece today as my sweet Norma Jean crossed over the rainbow bridge this morning. I'm trying to wrap my head around the empty space in my heart and my home. She was always momma's girl. Always by my side. Eight years was not enough.
By Heather Hubler9 months ago in Poets
Tranquility
Golden morning mellifluous songbirds their velvet wing beats like the rhythm of softening stanzas inked with a peacock’s quill,
By Hazel9 months ago in Poets
Love Has No Rules
Love Has No Rules Love has no rules, no chalk lines on the floor, No book that tells the heart what it should do. It walks in barefoot, knocks once, then stays,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Holding hands
Human tentacles suction each other, leaving ink for memory.
By Jada Ferguson9 months ago in Poets