love poems

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

Flicker of the First Snow
I remember the day when snow began softly not enough to settle, just enough to notice. It was as if the sky woke up with regret,
By Abdullah Khanabout a year ago in Poets
The Nights You Don’t Talk About
There are nights you don’t talk about— The ones where sleep feels like betrayal. When silence screams in forgotten tones,
By Umar Aminabout a year ago in Poets
The Window She Never Closed
She sat by the window where silence had a name. Not hers. Not his. But a third one — formed by the space he left. The tea on her table
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
The Auction Date
It all started at an auction, At night, It was a church activity, Not with money, It was with... With... Paper slips?
By Rebecca Pattonabout a year ago in Poets
The Chuck That Longed to Be Loved
The Chuck That Longed to Be Loved Sat in a tree like he owned it tail like a fan, feathers all flash singing like someone was listening
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
My Universe Begins With You
From the first breath of morning to the hush of dusk, I feel your presence in everything that moves me. Your touch gentle, glowing like sunlight spilled across my skin.
By Jawad Aliabout a year ago in Poets
Bird Song
When last had I heard bird song? Has it really been here all along? When have flowers been so bright? Was something wrong with my sight?
By Chris Santiagoabout a year ago in Poets
Let The Wind Take Me
Butterflies flutter in the summer sun sipping nectar from blue flowers I am alone enjoying their play. . I miss hearing a voice
By Henrik Hagelandabout a year ago in Poets
Savior
You can say it isn’t love It’s an obsession with being saved But I wasn’t stuck in a burning building I was trapped, damned in Hades
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Fermata
Fermata is a collection of poems about connection, distance, and the tension between what we feel and what we say. These pieces explore relationships that don’t follow a clear arc. Moments that resist resolution, people who leave without explanation, and the quiet aftermath of not knowing what to do with what’s left. The tone shifts between humor, reflection, and emotional restraint, but each poem shares a focus on the intimate and the unfinished.
By Fatal Serendipityabout a year ago in Poets
Heads or Tails
I’m sick of writing about me. And you. Trying to loosen the grip I have around my own throat. Strange girl learning alone at the table,
By Dorothea Blytheabout a year ago in Poets
Major Arcana
Fool, Fool, Fool. Your Name. Carved into wax in lieu of bone. Three hundred and sixty repetitions. A chant, a wound, a hex.
By Dorothea Blytheabout a year ago in Poets