love poems

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

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
The Harvest
i put on those old overalls that i would wear when pulling weeds which turns out were the very ones i wore when i was planting seeds
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
Unsaid Things
Warm and shaking, scared of the light. They come out in the stillness, like flowers at dusk. They only open when no one is around.
By Emily11 months ago in Poets
Static Between Our Songs
We used to tune like matched guitars, two bodies, one bright chord. A needle dropping clean on love, no skips we couldn’t afford.
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
My words wont be anything more than Roberta Flack voice and lyric can transmit into your soul but i am here to share it with you all ...as true love dont know barriers and hate...
Just here to share with You heart soul to support your every effort and being as truly as You really are in here and everywhere out there sharing Your love with everyone that are in need of a real friend and hug
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 11 months ago in Poets
When the Moon
I can’t close my eyes tonight. You’re everywhere, in the hum of the quiet, in the breath that won’t steady, in the spaces the dark refuses to hide.
By Printique Studios11 months ago in Poets
Shifting Sands Took You Away
Shifting Sands Took You Away You stood firm, Then the ground changed, Grains sliding, Beneath your feet. Slow at first,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
I trusted you
I trusted you I trusted you Do you hear me? God, I trusted you I opened myself like a wound. Showing you locked doors I would never open
By Skippie Petrova11 months ago in Poets
Fragments of a Heart Left Behind
Journal Entry Day 229 I thought we were building something real once. My heart feels heavy again, and I’m tired of pretending it doesn’t. I carry the weight of the love I hold so dearly for her — or maybe it’s just loneliness trying to fill the gaps of her carved into my thoughts. No matter what I do, I can’t extinguish the light I hold of these memories. I can’t stop the gripping ache in my chest, as if my heart is beating its last beat.
By Logan Halverson-Bergez11 months ago in Poets
Roots of My Own Heart
Roots of My Own Heart I feel the roots break, Inside my chest, Reaching for moments, Never at rest. They twist through memories,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Silent Rain
I listen to the rain fall. On rooftops where no one pays attention. Each drop writes a letter to the ground. Each puddle holds a world of secrets.
By Emily11 months ago in Poets
Glass Heart
I carry a heart made of glass. Thin and trembling in my hands. Every look, every word. Makes it shake a little, leaves a mark.
By Emily11 months ago in Poets