love poems

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

Where Forever Begins
I start with the way she looks at me, steady, unguarded, like she already knows the truth I’m still learning to speak. There’s a kind of hush in that moment,
By Printique Studios10 months ago in Poets
Echoes
I carry my dead with me everywhere I go. Their voices don’t fade, they speak, clear as a bell, like when my aunt told me to get my river house and we saw it that day, made an aggressive offer, and live in it now.
By Harper Lewis 10 months ago in Poets
dreamfire
in the passenger seat the 2 a.m fast food fry salt lingers on my tongue, but not yours (it was so sweet of you to offer a ride)
By Simone Rocca10 months ago in Poets
The Poet’s Pen Went Cold
The Poet’s Pen Went Cold The poet’s pen went cold as ice he stared at words that would not play nice His mind went blank, his tea went stale
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Why?
Why? Why does the world turn when I feel still, caught between questions I cannot answer, and why does the heart search for meaning,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
The Wolf And The Moon
Introduction The is an Ekphrastic Villanelle I discovered this beautiful artwork on Goddess Central on Facebook, here: The music is "The Wolf And The Moon" by BrunuhVille
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 10 months ago in Poets
A Soft Start
A smile offered. Nothing loud. Nothing forced. Just a small human moment that lands gently and stays. Most days do not change because of big events. They change because of tiny things we almost ignore. A warm cup held with both hands. Morning light slipping through a window. A soft thought that says, today can be kind.
By Salman Writes10 months ago in Poets
The Fate Of Hamlet
Its Sunday and the snow has slowed life down the sink is sometimes dirtier than the dishes in it so I clean and make note of the foot prints i've left on my floor after I went out to clean off my car for an attempt at driving in an hour
By David Thomas10 months ago in Poets
The Outsider
I grew up on pews and polished smiles, knew every hymn before my name. A pastor’s kid — raised on altars, raised to be the flame.
By Hannah Lambert10 months ago in Poets
Discernment
I’m thankful for the whisper that rises in my bones, the warning in the spirit before a truth is shown. I see beneath the sugar—
By Hannah Lambert10 months ago in Poets
The Cleansing Burn
I got lost in the hurt Gave away my desire And when the ashes were burnt I extinguished the fire Convinced the lesson was learned
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden10 months ago in Poets
Christmas In Heaven
Christmas In Heaven Christmas still happens when love has gone, that laughter does not stop when bodies die. I set a chair where absence usually sits,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets