love poems

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

I'm angry again (the last poem of his)
This is too much. Me trying to go for someone, while seeing my best friend be in a happy relationship Can’t a girl just get that too
By 𓍢ִ໋. ✿ Ghislaine ✿ 𓍢ִ໋. 10 months ago in Poets
The Sun Is Setting
The Sun Is Setting He says he's not sure. She tells him that no one ever is. That love doesn't wait for certainty it grows from risk.
By M. R. Quinn10 months ago in Poets
Fireflies in My Darkness
🌙 Fireflies and Stars My love reaches those who let me be there in spirit, and the few who held me close in body. From the depths of my heart,
By Yaka 10 months ago in Poets
The Weight of Words
We carry words like distant stars. Small lights that guide us through the dark. Each thought we shape becomes a spark. A steady flame against the noise.
By Emily10 months ago in Poets
When We Choose to Write
We write because there's something inside us that needs to be shared. A thought turns into a sentence. and a feeling becomes a line on the page.
By Emily10 months ago in Poets
The Heart That Never Forgot You
My heart never forgot you Even when the world moved on Even when your voice faded Even when I tried to let go. It remembered the mornings
By Kashif Wazir10 months ago in Poets
Heights
no one has ever asked me what my biggest fear is. But I have been asked what I’m scared of before. And I have a default setting because it’s ironic and it’s an easy cop out, I say heights.
By Bev10 months ago in Poets
If All the Aura Fades: Would You Still Want Them in Your Life?
Would you still like this person if they had no aura? If you were asked to introduce yourself, but couldn't mention your nationality, birthplace, residence, education, work history, height, weight, appearance, family background, assets, material possessions, or hobbies—how would you describe yourself?
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing10 months ago in Poets
Soft Warnings in the Wallpaper
At dusk, the living room grows lips; the patterns start to speak— a flock of tiny ivy leaves that whisper at the cheek. They murmur from the plaster seams in threads of cream and gray:
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
Echoes of Me
I speak in echoes that no one hears. Words softly bouncing off invisible walls. They linger, fold, and twist inside. Holding parts of a self I keep hidden.
By Emily10 months ago in Poets
Love Speaks
If it works for one it doesn’t work for all Don’t love the same But still love in different ways A personal way Where one can receive it
By L.I.E10 months ago in Poets
True (Romance)
Sticking together is glue. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts! Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith10 months ago in Poets