love poems

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

And If Loving You Is Hell
And if loving you is hell, then let me keep burning. Because the fire you bring is warmer than the silence without you, and even in pain,
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
you were right
Okay so You were right There's not really anything beautiful about heartbreak. So you were right I’m not beautiful I’m just sad and
By Katarina Tylerabout a year ago in Poets
Fields of May
A bird takes flight over fields of may I yearn for the destitute months to come Feathers let loose over loosely lived days
By Blairabout a year ago in Poets
The Letter I Found in My Husband’s Drawer Changed Everything
I wasn’t looking for secrets. I was looking for socks. But there it was— a folded piece of paper, edges yellowed, words pressed deep
By Fazal Ur Rahmanabout a year ago in Poets
I want to remember
I want to remember the smell of your sweat on the pillow. I think I remember the smell of your touch in the hall. I wanted to ask you what kind of
By Blake Covertabout a year ago in Poets
Loving Haiku
Loving Haiku A little loving Make life so much happier Live well loved, live well
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Some Say She Is Weird
Some Say She Is Weird Some say she is weird her dress too dark her eyes too clear her silence sharp her smile slight a shadow moving through the night
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The House Fire
I dream of drowning And maybe I've said it before But the harsh waves Do something to the deathwish Curdling inside me.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
It Is, What It Is
And I shall stand here; My heart says I'm ready, My mind says no, My brain says go, My conscience says stay, I can't turn back,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
Choose Alpha and Omega Unity
That mind of yours met me chest-deep in memories pulled up a chair and reached maximum integration in seconds Exercised patience
By The Dani Writerabout a year ago in Poets
Can’t miss what you never had
Follow the path that leads your heart to freedom, though damage is common. Forget reality — you’ve changed the purpose of my tomorrow.
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
Love at 4 AM
There’s something sacred about 4 AM. The world is quiet, the streets are empty, and the only sounds are the soft hum of a ceiling fan or the faint rhythm of your own heartbeat. It’s the hour when most people are lost in dreams, but for some of us, it’s the time when we are wide awake—thinking, feeling, and sometimes confessing things we never would in the light of day.
By Zulfiqar Khanabout a year ago in Poets