love poems

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

Over The Moon
When I was younger, I wanted to go to the Moon. I could float around with carefree exhilaration, exploring uncharted territory like an eager tourist. Experiencing the wider galaxy - not being bound by Earth's gravity - was a fantasy that piqued my curiosity. This innocuous fascination led to my dark blue bedroom ceiling accessorized with hanging satellites and glow-in-the-dark stars. Being on the Moon was a wonderful dream as a kid. It still is.
By DJ Nuclear Winterabout a year ago in Poets
The Last Cup Was Yours
I woke up today To silence that wasn't new — But still managed to sound louder Than the morning birds ever could. The kettle hissed,
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
When Light First Spoke
The hush was first. Not silence— but the breath before a violin sighs. Then came light, brushed in pale syllables across the brow of the earth,
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
Needed
Somehow I thought I was needed. All this time what we had was a lie. I never really meant that much to you. How could I have been so wrong.
By Danielle Mosleyabout a year ago in Poets
Summer Memories
I do miss when we were young and the summer sun was warm on our water speckled skin and the air smelled like honey. In my memories
By Siobhan McSweeneyabout a year ago in Poets
The Gift We Forget
The reason you feel anxious is because your mind is running toward a future that hasn’t arrived yet. The reason you overthink everything
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
Where True Joy Is Born
Never doubt where your inner joy can bloom from. Even when you feel lost, without a calling, or without real friendships—
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
The Beauty of Not Fitting In
The fear of failing — is really just the fear that your true self won’t be enough. But here’s the truth: Your soul is always enough.
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
The Joy of Awakening
There is no act more underrated, yet more powerful, than opening your eyes in the morning. In that first breath lives the miracle.
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
Before You Came Here
This life — no matter how difficult it may seem — you chose it, wisely, before you came here. It wasn’t a mistake. It was the brave decision of your soul
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
They Don't Understand
They say, “There’s other people, you’ll see,” As if love is as simple as setting me free. But they don’t understand — not even a part —
By Unknown Anonymousabout a year ago in Poets
Built to Last, Even Without Him
Please don’t say, “You’ll love again,” Like hearts forget where they have been. Like I ain’t crying when no one sees, Like love just bends with every breeze.
By Unknown Anonymousabout a year ago in Poets