love poems

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

Me and My Heart
Me and my heart often sit together in the quiet of the night, Like two old friends—tired of the world, but still not done speaking. I look at it, it feels me. I stay silent, and yet—it always breaks down and speaks.
By Solene Hartabout a year ago in Poets
Black Hole Heart
I am night You, you are the sun I am not even the moon More of a voracious black hole A collapsing reminder Of a universe in decay
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Unspoken
Etched into my heart the words I'm longing to say trapped in my silence.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
The Mirror Only Broke When It Seen Your Face
The Mirror Only Broke When It Seen Your Face It sat on the wall like it always had, plain silver frame, a little bit sad corner chipped from a fall last spring
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
And Still, You Curtsy
We don’t always break the same way. Sometimes pain performs. Sometimes it puts on armor. Sometimes it just waits, quietly, in the gaps between tasks.
By Fatal Serendipityabout a year ago in Poets
Everlasting Love
They said it would never work, Me and you were too different. Like I was too flighty, And you were too persistent. Like I was too structured,
By Tiffiney Cornishabout a year ago in Poets
This Was Always a Love Poem Until You Read It
This is a triptych of poems — three tonal interpretations of the same emotional imprint. Each version explores how grief shifts shape depending on the angle of memory: absurd, analytical, or tender.
By Fatal Serendipityabout a year ago in Poets
The Tree he killed us with
The Tree he killed us with He didn’t just carve our names on it he buried my broken heart in the severed roots and in the silence I rot
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Sanctuary of Love
Violence sniffs for my scent and paces forward with footsteps well intentioned on havoc. Danger lurks at the corners and terror is vast over my skies. I’m an item for the claws of a shredder, mourning as hope stays distant and far-fetched.
By Valabout a year ago in Poets
When Time Stood Still
The room was loud, but I heard nothing. A hundred faces blurred to air and color— then there was you. Just you. The clock forgot its ticking, my breath caught mid-rise, and all the noise turned cotton-soft like a dream pretending to be real.
By Solene Hartabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - The Gardeners of Conscience
Beneath the vault where silent stars convene, And seasons turn with purpose, sharp and keen, There lies a plot no earthly deed can claim,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
If I Love You, I Will Vanish
My love is to vanish in increments so slow and exquisite no one claps and no one screams. I leave myself in layers, and call it devotion.
By Fatal Serendipityabout a year ago in Poets