love poems

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

The Mirror Between Us
The Mirror Between Us I see her reflection in the glass of your eyes, and I cannot help but measure myself against her shadow.
By Jane12 months ago in Poets
The Hardest Truth
The Hardest Truth The hardest truth is not that you love her, but that you chose to let me see it instead of telling me.
By Jane12 months ago in Poets
Rehearsed Distance
Rehearsed Distance You do not look at me— not once. Your avoidance feels rehearsed, like a script you’ve practiced to perfection.
By Jane12 months ago in Poets
I Deserved a Goodbye
I Deserved a Goodbye More than your hand, more than your kiss, more than your lingering glances— I deserved a goodbye. The simplest word,
By Jane12 months ago in Poets
Begin
Where do I begin to love again? Not in a stranger, not in a friend. But here, in the mirror that stares me down, I learn to rise though I’ve nearly drowned.
By Brooklyn Bella12 months ago in Poets
When Your Face
I begin with the thought that every glance carries a weight, sometimes feather light, sometimes the pull of an ocean. Your eyes carry both.
By Printique Studios12 months ago in Poets
Shadows of the Past
Longing to touch an unreachable heart, Unthoughtful ideas blinding my sight. Took different path that set us apart, Leading the darkness to shadow our light.
By Lou_Einale12 months ago in Poets
Candle and Smoke
A candle burns, yet trembles in the wind, Its tender flame both comfort and alarm; It heals the dark, yet leaves the dark behind,
By Abdul basit12 months ago in Poets
Do His Words Define Your Future?
It only took him a few seconds to say those few words, yet it has taken you so long to move on. Don't build your life around what he said. Don't let his casual words become an impenetrable wall that blocks your progress.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing12 months ago in Poets
Almost
I almost love without the fear, But the past still lingers, sharp and near. Each touch I give, a shadowed plea, Of what I want but cannot be.
By Brooklyn Bella12 months ago in Poets
Breath: A Series of Sonnets
The following sonnets form a small series on breath — the most ordinary, involuntary act, yet also the most profound. Breath is how life begins and how it ends. Breath is love's music: nervous inhales before professions and confessions., the lingering echo of loss. And breath is identity: the struggle to draw air in a body that feels foreign, and the liberation of exhaling truth in one's own voice.
By Hannah Hess12 months ago in Poets
When I Confess
If I whispered your gaze holds the glow of the stars, if I claimed that your laugh brings the morning its light, if I vowed that your voice heals invisible scars, and your touch is the fire that softens the night, if I said with your hands you could steady the seas, if I swore that your spirit could make rivers rise, that one breath from your lips bends the tallest of trees, and that when you feel sorrow, I weep with the skies; if I open my soul, can a spark still remain when I tell you the cosmos is etched in your face? If I fall into you, will you soften the pain when I say even angels stand still at your grace? --- Would you tell me our love cannot weather the storm? Could you turn from my eyes, and deny what was warm?
By Atiqbuddy12 months ago in Poets