love poems

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

Smoke in the Shadows
Poetry: In the hush of night, he stands alone, A soul half-lost, in silence grown. Smoke spirals like forgotten dreams, Woven through moon's silver beams.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - In The Porcelain
I. The Cup A curve of white, so thin it sings when struck by light—a whispered chime. The glaze, a ghost of ancient kilns,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
What I'll never say...
What is that to never speak of? But then decide to write about? That seems like a contradiction, I would never let those thoughts out!
By Adora Hooperabout a year ago in Poets
"Whispers Beneath the Moon"
On the curve of night, where silence bends, A soul sits still as the dark transcends. Upon a branch that dares to dream, He rides the hush of moonlight’s beam.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
A Whisper to the One Who Knows me
To the One who knows me — a prayer
By HasanSoulInkabout a year ago in Poets
The Tapestry of Life
I. The Dawn of Breath From silence sprung a whisper deep, Where stars and soil in cradle sleep, A breath was drawn, the first of flame,
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
Something
Something Happened… An organization recognized my worth today. Saw how I could add value to their bottom line. I laughed out loud at the gym today. It was over something that could be considered an inside joke.
By Amanda McGuireabout a year ago in Poets
A Sudden Longing
It comes as a sort of longing most often in the black hours between three and five. I’ll wake from a dream, the only light, a sliver of street lamp, crimson
By L.A. Hancockabout a year ago in Poets
You Can’t Take It Back
You Can’t Take It Back You can’t take what’s been said back once it’s out, it stays not in the air but in the ear in the chest
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Petals Against the Silence
Petals Against the Silence By Sahil’s Reflection She leans on stone that does not feel, A mask of time, so cold, so real.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
Holding Fire
Can you feel me? Petting the edges of your thoughts? Can you feel the breath rolling down your neck, Raising goosebumps and ghosts from days long past?
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Retrograde
That familiar feeling between grief and expectancy How do I shield myself from the arrows of tragedy when I am the one holding the bow?
By Soulabout a year ago in Poets