love poems

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

(Lackadaisically)
I've hidden myself away safely, for years I've learned sharing only tears the stitches out those thoughts fueled by the memory of hurt and fear
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Love in Pride’s Glow. AI-Generated.
In June’s embrace, our hearts take flight, A rainbow blooms through day and night. Your hand in mine, so warm, so true, We shine as one, in every hue.
By Krixi Dannyabout a year ago in Poets
A Lopsided Moon
You ever feel the sky leaning in, like it’s got something half-finished to say? The air tonight tastes like old secrets— carbon warmth clinging to skin,
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
The Poet’s Cup Is Never Empty
The Poet’s Cup Is Never Empty Stacked like chapters, bold and bright a mug of books, a brew of light each sip a verse, each line a flame
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
room full of looms
I am consumed And when they take me to be exhumed They will find an empty room And when they open that room They will find an empty cavern
By Melynda Klocabout a year ago in Poets
all that's left
I asked you to write down whenever you thought of me so I could know the times I was eating you alive but I didn't realize that you are acid and I am not a noble metal and I thought I could forget about you but you flow through my veins and eat away at my brain and pretty soon all that's going to be left of me is you.
By Melynda Klocabout a year ago in Poets
The Tapestry of Time
I. The Elder's Gaze Beneath the elder banyan tree, Where roots run deep in silent plea, An ancient gaze beholds the land—
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
A Conversation Between Yesterday and Tomorrow
Yesterday sighs with a voice like old rain: "You’ll stumble where I did—I know it’s in vain. The cracks in the pavement still trip me, you’ll see,
By Just One of Those Thingsabout a year ago in Poets
Instructions for Borrowing Time
To Save a Fleeting Moment: Reach quick with hands of spider's silk, The kind that tremble, soft as milk. Don't clutch too tight—just cup the glow,
By Just One of Those Thingsabout a year ago in Poets
When the Universe Misplaces a Star
The sky didn’t shudder, no cosmic alarm— just a flicker, a sigh, then the absence of warmth. I search the old maps where your light used to be,
By Just One of Those Thingsabout a year ago in Poets
One Word
Signs Signs from beyond Release Release from my palms Words Words I've already spoken Passion Passion that's been awoken
By Lora Colemanabout a year ago in Poets
The Cat Lady’s Last Breath
The Cat Lady’s Last Breath Her house was a cave, a wild cat den, fifty cats prowled like shadows within. The air thick with stink, cat wee burned the walls,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets