love poems

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

Thoughts
Being alone with my thoughts Was never a problem Until they were all just - Of you
By Gail Fredricksabout a year ago in Poets
But The Body Language Said It All
I didn’t say the words out loud But I wore them on my face I didn't announce it to the crowd When your respect fell out of place
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
The Surface Of Love
Dew hangs on the wire Like the barbs that pierce the dawn Morning stirs the fire Of a flame that’s come and gone The sunlight skirts the darkness
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
I Remember
When we met Your smile lit up, mirroring mine I remember. I was nervous You made me laugh I remember. We danced a little, drank a little
By Julie Lacksonenabout a year ago in Poets
Gone
It's gone It's all gone There's no longer any fire Just ash The aftermath I tried to hold on to the last thing that made me feel
By CotardDelusionzabout a year ago in Poets
Goodbye
Dear love, I will never be able to love again I gave all I had left in me to you So I hope that You will carry it For me
By CotardDelusionzabout a year ago in Poets
The Love We All Long For
We do not yearn for palaces, Nor crowns that shine in regal halls. Not every heart seeks history— It seeks a voice that gently calls.
By kritsanaphonabout a year ago in Poets
Magnolia
Her petals fair and pink like the blushing cheek of a lover. Whispering loving words with a gentle wink. The birds chirp and sing
By Krystyna Kwiatkowskaabout a year ago in Poets
Many Words?
Lead sharp I must avoid soft hinds from dawn to dusk with confidence... Love in her's touch, fastings scare. Or speak romantically from the gut. Who takes one seriously? Who ignored time so much? Who do these words belong? Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Soliloquy of a Riverfall
Soliloquy: my soulful sentiments surrendered to sediment surfaced again during a recent dream: A dream, narrating the past, stared me in the face, daring me to dive deeper, collecting the buried gems of his lapis lazuli, his eyes, and a Bostonian offset accent that once accentuated my being into believing is seeing. Instead, it all sank, a slam dunked trunk, treasures sinking in a river. Riverfall, the falling water, a place where adventure, stolen kisses, and laughter drowned with such power, much like its real place of origin- Fall River, his hometown.
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Poets
Fireproof
If you would allow I would pen golden words Every morning To shine on Your perfection Even your flame streaked Soul could not
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
👁Captivated👁
Actions speak louder than words, and body language… well, that speaks volumes. And so the story begins… That magical moment when your eyes captured mine—
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets