love poems

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

Lit By Love
There it is again- that small, stubborn light. A lantern hung at the edge of the darkness, breathing like a heartbeat- I can almost remember.
By Madison Jade12 months ago in Poets
The Lantern That Never Sleeps
In every heart lives a quiet light — a flame that flickers when life feels heavy but never truly fades. The Lantern That Never Sleeps is not just a poem; it’s a reflection on endurance, hope, and the strength found in gentleness. It speaks to anyone who’s walked through darkness and still dared to believe in dawn. This piece reminds us that even when the world grows cold, one small act of courage — one spark of kindness — can keep the soul alive. Sometimes, survival itself is the most beautiful form of light.
By hamad khan12 months ago in Poets
Stairway to Nowhere
Stairway to Nowhere Behind the wall a whisper moves. It hides a stairway I was never meant to find. I stand for a moment,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Smoke Pink Moments
A mini trunk, money tree sprouts to reach 5’6 branches harden tree bark texture grown from the darkest part like magic
By Michele Nampalli12 months ago in Poets
I Texted My Future Partner for a Week: What I Learned About Real Love
Monday I saved your number as Someday. Typed “hi” and backspaced it into weather. Sent a photo of my sink—two bowls, one clean.
By Milan Milic12 months ago in Poets
When the Heart Learns to Breathe Again. AI-Generated.
A long poem about breaking, remembering, and beginning again --- I once believed healing was loud — a sunrise that burned the night away,
By Gohar Ali12 months ago in Poets
Three Moments That Changed How I Love
I. The Kitchen at 2h11. The kettle clicked off like a door deciding, steam braiding the dark into something gentler. I stood barefoot on a crumb constellation,
By Milan Milic12 months ago in Poets
What We Left Unsaid
I still remember how quiet the room became when we stopped trying to fix it. No shouting, no slammed doors— just the sound of two people
By Anthony Scott12 months ago in Poets
We Forgot to Stay
We were two people standing in the same room, but living in different memories. You looked at me like you were already gone,
By Anthony Scott12 months ago in Poets
The Last Time You Called Me Home
You said my name differently the last time— soft, distant, as if you were practicing how it would sound without love. The room didn’t know yet.
By Anthony Scott12 months ago in Poets
💔When We Stopped Saying I Love You
It didn’t happen overnight— we just began to fade like ink in rain, our words smudging until they stopped making sense.
By Anthony Scott12 months ago in Poets
The Shape of What’s Missing
I measure my days by how long I can go without thinking your name. Some days, it feels like healing. Other days, like forgetting the lyrics
By Anthony Scott12 months ago in Poets