love poems

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

The Ghost of Time
The Ghost of Time The ghost of time waits in the corners its eyes hidden in shadow it moves through walls and leaves cold footprints on the floor
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
My true love, or love
Roses are red. I love you. How many times do I need to tell you? I love you. You love me. Don't need to tell me. I know that.
By Joe Bou Khalilabout a year ago in Poets
Three Little Letters
The night had been great until that moment. Not great — perfect. It was the perfect setting with the perfect company and air so crisply cool that for a moment life turned superconductive. Then there you were, waltzing upstairs, lost in the superconductivity of life because you live in the moment, which is more than most of us could ask for. You were unsuspecting but as beautiful as ever, so much so that night itself ceased the breeze as you took its breath away. You took my breath away.
By Jake Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
It Doesn't Work Like That
That floating afternoon Wafts of air, perfumed with brown leaves and dreams That keep running away from us. Hopes and fears and hidden desires,
By Lola Senseabout a year ago in Poets
Romeo & Juliet. Top Story - August 2025.
I loved you from the first I saw your eyes – I knew the plans my parents made were wrong. ‘Twas you my heart would long for – our demise
By Krysha Thorpabout a year ago in Poets
Dear September!
Have you ever noticed how September feels like both a beginning and an ending? A month where the light softens, the air cools, and yet, everything within us feels like it’s waking up again.
By John Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Beauty
Beauty What is beauty to me. I would say beauty is beyond that of a physical appearance. I would say beauty is what one believes, what their heart truly desires. Then I would be one to brush away your looks. You're gorgeous, from the way the sun illuminates your brown eyes. To the way you wear your grass stained jeans. Even your beautiful crooked smile. You're ethereal to me, dear. I adore your mannerism as well. The way your heart quickens when I lay my head on your chest. The way you grin when I place a kiss on your soft lips. Even the way you scrunch your nose when you see a beetle. My beautiful boy.
By Haileyesusabout a year ago in Poets
Bare Footed We Walk on the Beach
Bare Footed We Walk on the Beach Barefoot we walk in the sand waves whisper around our ankles your hand brushing mine the sky heavy with clouds
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
When Silence Wears the Sky
Poem: The night does not ask why the stars return— it simply opens its velvet palms, and holds their trembling fire. I, too, have learned this:
By MUHAMMAD BILALabout a year ago in Poets
What’s in a Name?
Don’t worry You’re not to blame For I have gone by many a name Three last names Just my first Just my last Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - The Fractured Halo
It was not forged in furnaces divine, Nor hammered on a celestial anvil's face, But gathered from the light of a late sign,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Professional Poetic Rivarly Between A Uniform And Scrubs
Uniformed nurse Professional trusting defeating any sickness curse For him To win Suit and tie And no chance he would ever lie
By Marc OBrienabout a year ago in Poets