love poems

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

They don't know. Honorable Mention in I Didn’t Say That Out Loud Challenge.
I almost asked you today. But I didn't. Between your hesitation or "no", I'll take the high road. The road that leads to another X on the calendar.
By Daniel Kabout a year ago in Poets
Neon Glow
The eerie glow of your green-eyed gaze covetous curiosity reels me in Connecting our eyes and hearts a thin neon thread Imperceptible
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Love you
Sometimes I feel like hugging you till the tightness in my chest chokes. And I want to whisper in your ear just how much I love you,
By T. Lichtabout a year ago in Poets
Ladybugs Are Magic
Introduction While I think that ladybird is a better description than ladybug, they are beautiful creatures, and ladybug is the word on the American landmass. I love seeing them, and if one lands on me, I enjoy the tickle of their feet.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
The Most Miraculous Power in the World
In the beginning, there was silence. A breathless hush before the soul was carved. And then, Love whispered into dust— "Be," and man was born—startled, alive,
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
The Feelings of You
I had let day turn into night and night into day with you, creating a path that we thought would be our future. I am searching for
By Katheleenabout a year ago in Poets
When the Hour Strikes, the Silence Will Speak
O Man of pride! O King of Dust! O traveler chasing winds and rust! Thy crown is made of fleeting breath, Thy throne—a speck beneath the Death.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
The Lost Kiss
I searched all day for a kiss that I never got positioning myself in the right moments reachable to your lips but you never reached me
By Katheleenabout a year ago in Poets
My Dream
I have seen the face of man, Not the outer flesh but the lurking stain— A mask so proud, it veils the shame, A crown of thorns worn in disdain.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
The Dreamsmith’s Flame
I have a dream, Not the kind that fades at dawn, But one that blazes in the soul Like a star that keeps the night warm. It sings in silence,
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
Apple of My Eye: A Soulful Journey into Love, Identity, and Awakening
"Apple of my eye…" These words have been whispered for centuries—words of affection, mystery, and deep connection. They come from the soul, from that sacred place where love is born and memories are stored. This is not just about a fruit or a garden. It's about something bigger. Something older. A story of longing, love, and discovery.
By ibrahim khanabout a year ago in Poets
Thrones into Roses
Love is not a whisper lost in the wind— It is the wind, and the whisper within. It is not just fire—it is the sun, Warming the soul till the night is done.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets