love poems

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

US military planning for divided Gaza with ‘green zone’ secured by international and Israeli troops
The US is planning for the long-term division of Gaza into a “green zone” under Israeli and international military control, where reconstruction would start, and a “red zone” to be left in ruins.
By AHMED KAZEKA11 months ago in Poets
THE NIGHT WINTER CLAIMED HER AUTUMN
The room quakes when Winter steps through it— not in sound, but in pressure, as if the atmosphere has been seized in a fist
By Morgana Knapp11 months ago in Poets
Necklace
Heavy hands, tangled around my throat Stealing every lasting note. Whimpers, whispers, winded pouts Lungs deflated Mind is contemplated
By Melrose11 months ago in Poets
Love needs practice and it needs to build you strong
Deep down, I never wanted to lose you. You were always there from the very beginning, but I just didn't know what to say or how to behave because I had never met anyone like you before.
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 11 months ago in Poets
Summoning
I am at his beck and call. Says it’s him or not at all. Bending at the knee I fall Eyes wide open, looking up Sweating, waiting to disrupt
By Melrose11 months ago in Poets
Let’s get smoky . Top Story - November 2025.
Let’s start a fire Just you and I Cuz we’re only here for a little while before we ... Die Not to be morbid but each minute counts
By Sam Spinelli11 months ago in Poets
Cutting Out The Devil
Cutting Out The Devil I stood in the dark, Hearing him breathe, That quiet taunt Coiled in the air. His words were poison,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Ink and Bones
We are made of ink and bones. Fingers stained with stories no one knows. Each word is a spark, a piece of soul. Each sentence is a bridge to something whole.
By Emily11 months ago in Poets
(F)All of Autumn. Honorable Mention in The Sound of First Frost Challenge.
Autumn yawns before it sleeps and winter slips its seed between its parted wanton lips. Frost crisps blades of grass into needle carpets, sparkling
By Teresa Renton11 months ago in Poets
Hidden Lanterns
I light the lanterns, but no one will see them. Flickering in the corners of my mind. Each glow is a thought I can’t speak,
By Emily11 months ago in Poets
Veins of Paper
I write my life along the veins of paper. Ink flows where blood would have gone. Each line shakes with what remains unsaid.
By Emily11 months ago in Poets
Tea and the Tattered Books
Tea and the Tattered Books The cup was chipped, the tea long cold, The air was thick with loss and dust, The books lay open like old wounds,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets