love poems

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

Betrayal Wears the Face of Love
You wore love like a mask, and I— I was foolish enough to believe it was your face. Every promise you whispered was honey laced with venom,
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
Remember Me
When the first light of dawn touches your skin, remember me— not as loss, but as breath still rising in your chest, as warmth stitched into your veins.
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
I Hate You
I hate you— but my hate is not simple. It burns like a candle that refuses to die, wax melting into my hands, searing me more than you.
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
Shadow Love
It is not the kind of love that stands in the daylight, loud, unashamed, clothed in roses and golden vows. No— this is a love that lingers
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
Just Someone to Hold
Just Someone to Hold I do not ask for burning fire or nights consumed with sharp desire I do not need a lover’s game to chase a thrill, to fan a flame
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Mist
Pressing tears into my pillow case I imagine a time where i'm loved for once. Misty mountains, a wooden cabin lay asleep.
By Zaria Andersonabout a year ago in Poets
Fates Apart
Family, Heartbreak, Inspirational, Sad, Poetry, Social Commentary, Surreal Poetry, Stream of Consciousness
By Farid Aslamabout a year ago in Poets
The one constant
I don’t really know how to explain this feeling. It’s not loud or dramatic — it doesn’t come with warning signs or fireworks.
By Τρυφαῖναabout a year ago in Poets
Someone Else’s Man
Someone Else’s Man He walks beside her, yet he strays his eyes find mine in hidden ways a look too long, a step too near
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Writing from my inner worlds...
Monsoon gardens and a desire for coolness appeared in me as soon as I felt the warmth passing through the light into the room. The sun seemed to give me no peace when I was little. I exposed myself to every ray of sunshine. It seemed to heal me. I didn't understand the rules, but I felt them. I was always able to awaken these unknown worlds within myself. , full of desire and the will to discover. Some of them were virtual, some were walks in places I had not yet been to, some were spiritual, others were in books, others in forests, others in parks, and still others on continents. Beyond these worlds, there was another, completely different one, as if it were the ideal one, the best one, the night world, the most mysterious and most beloved, contact with the stars and the moon. Perhaps that is why this sphere of divine help from the universe is inseparable and works with the same power of adoration and love as my blindness to your inconveniences. Actually, I think it's the other way around, it's your blindness to the grey, dark side that I always walk alone and have to get out of by myself, using secrets and powers from beyond this world
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
Romance
When the time comes and everything falls into place, the evening carries away the melodies that float in the atmosphere of love, no matter what or where my thoughts are heading in your direction... becoming yourself again, will you invite me to your place? is there a place for us to exist beyond the virtual spiritual sessions of their own
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
How Do You Heal from a Broken Heart?
Stop dwelling on the reasons why he suddenly left. His reasons aren't important; what matters is your life. One thing is certain: this is a happiness he could walk away from at any moment, but you want a happiness that lasts.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets