love poems

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

The Cost
Why is my joy the currency for yours? My smile, a receipt you never read. I bend, you breathe easier. I break, you call it balance.
By Charming_Menace about a year ago in Poets
The Night I Stayed
You came back in black for your father’s wake Wearing grief like a coat you didn’t want to take We met up at Lily’s, like the old days, all of us
By Brie Boleynabout a year ago in Poets
Moonstruck
An incurable romantic Making the masses swoon Drawn together like a magnet The lover and the moon The sunlight begs its favor
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
The Smile You Bought
The Smile You Bought You called me wicked, said it like a prayer, as if breaking me was some kind of dare. I smiled, I swear I did,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Rain ruined the cake
The Rain ruined the cake I baked a cake for us to share set out the chairs, the table bare the plates were waiting side by side
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
“So Long Lives This”: Why Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18 Still Speaks to the Soul
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
By Bilal Khanxabout a year ago in Poets
Babeh.. Runner-Up in Somewhere Between Here and There Challenge.
babeh. I woulda made a good drummer my rhythm is impeccable I can’t play the piano I’ve tried maybe my fingers are too short
By Jen Parkhill “JP”about a year ago in Poets
Where the Heart Once Lived
I used to know laughter, how it echoed in the corners of small rooms, where eyes met without fear and hands held on like promises.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
The Voice In The Snow
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. I walk and I walk and I walk There is no one to talk to. Just my thoughts of remorse. I should have stayed, I should have listened, I should have...
By Clifford Kincaidabout a year ago in Poets
To Trample the Ills
My reputation was marred with the stain of reproach and I walked among crowds verbalising the anthem of rejection—a tune awfully disheartening to my ears. I drifted atop the tidal waves of shame and crashed beneath that unfortunate magnitude.
By Valabout a year ago in Poets
My Estranged Love
I’m in the turbulence of a harrowing nightmare where I’m mauled by a legion of romantic pasts. The marauders are here to plunder my heart so I’m bruised by the sequence of sour, affectionate episodes.
By Valabout a year ago in Poets
A Love That Transcended
In the city's vibrant streets, where art and music filled the air, Alex, a young and talented artist, lived for his passion. His paintings were a reflection of the city's energy, its rhythm, and its beauty. Every brushstroke, every color, every detail was a testament to his love for the city and its people. Alex's art was his escape, his sanctuary, and his soul.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets