love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
A Poets Introduction
Hello Vocal Media, it’s nice to be here—all the stories and the challenges are cool. I read and write poetry and there is plenty to read here. I’ve been writing poetry for about five maybe six years now. I will share many poems here—also share some of my favorite books and authors of poetry.
By Gerry Thibeault9 months ago in Poets
The Grammar of Real Love. Part-II
There are no illusions here. Real love understands that people change, and instead of fearing that change, it learns to walk beside it. Love knows when to hold on and when to step back. It respects distance as much as closeness. Fact love does not chain. It builds doors, not walls. It says, stay because you want to, not stay because you must. It forgives—not foolishly, but consciously, with eyes open and heart steady. Love survives not on passion alone but on truth, consistency, and effort repeated quietly over time. When love is real, it does not vanish in storms. It learns the language of rain and keeps walking. This is love as it exists— unfiltered, unromanticized, deeply human. Not a story told once, but a decision rewritten every single day.
By Muhammad Saad 9 months ago in Poets
The Grammar of Real Love. Part-I
Love is not born in fireworks, nor written in loud declarations. It begins quietly, like a comma placed carefully between two breaths. Fact love does not arrive dressed as fantasy. It comes plain, sometimes tired, sometimes unsure, but always honest in its footsteps. It is not the rush of the first hello but the patience of staying after the echoes fade. It is knowing someone’s silence and not forcing it to speak. True love does not demand perfection. It studies flaws the way a scholar studies ancient texts— with respect, with curiosity, with the intent to understand, not erase. Love is not proven by how loudly it is shown but by how quietly it endures. In empty rooms, in difficult seasons, in moments where walking away would be easier than staying. Fact love is responsibility. It is choosing again on ordinary days when nothing feels poetic, yet everything matters. It is waking up and deciding to be kind even when kindness costs pride. It is listening fully, without preparing a reply. Love does not count favors. It does not keep records of sacrifice. It gives, not to be praised, but because giving feels necessary to remain human.
By Muhammad Saad 9 months ago in Poets
The flame melted away forever
The foolish flame of my love for you disappeared like a snowflake, leaving no chance for a second dance. Deeply in love with you, I gave myself completely to passionately bring the best to our flame of love, giving my whole heart. It ended in burnout, like a dark flash of surprise when I found out you weren't my true love.
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 9 months ago in Poets
