love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Words I Never Said Out Loud
The morning light slipped through the blinds of Amara’s Brooklyn apartment, casting thin stripes across her hardwood floor. She sat cross-legged on a faded rug, a notebook open in her lap, her pen heavy with ink and hesitation. At 27, Amara was a social worker by day, a poet by night—or she had been, before the weight of her unspoken truths silenced her words. Today, though, the dawn felt like a quiet invitation, a chance to write the letter she’d never dared, to the parts of herself she’d kept hidden for too long.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
Behind the Silence, I Scream
You Call It Strength, But You Don’t See Me Break They say I’m strong. They look at how I carry on—how I smile politely at the grocery store clerk, how I manage to work full-time, pay bills, raise kids, and still remember to ask how someone else is doing.
By Mian Nazir Shahabout a year ago in Poets
6:50pm
So if you can’t do what you love, you survive. You pierce your ears above the bathroom sink and try to look anywhere but at the blood. Your daughter starts teething and you rip the earrings out again. They were a gift from your father but you always hated them. It serves you right, too. Doing what you love is without raise, without pull, so you take the plug from the drain and watch. You find yourself in cages made of gold that’s worth more than the girl in your house. She’s foreign like the walls and the rules you wrote on the mirror. You can’t believe you wrote those— you don’t believe any of it. You write a file of the things that break her teeth and export it into the trash. It’ll stay there forever and you’ll find it when you’re a decade older, but you still won’t find the humor in it. None of it makes any sense because living and surviving are synonyms and they’re not the same at all.
By Olivia Dodgeabout a year ago in Poets
5/1/25
ALL THE LIES I’VE TOLD TO PROTECT MYSELF (from myself) it would hurt more to let it out / stars can see you too / everyone feels the same / all subjective, everything / it matters / it doesn’t / add another layer and it’ll be perfect / time will never run out / it’s simple / this is the last time / we can stay here / nothing is different / no one has a stroke at twenty-three / permanence doesn’t exist / you’re invincible / no one is looking at you / you’re invisible / he would not only approve of, but love this / your life is the only one that’s real / happiness only grows over time / they don’t hurt like you do / everyone has cold hands / they understand / just pretend it’s not there, so it’s not / teeth won’t break that easily / this is as good as it gets / it will be warm forever / everyone can see it / no one wants to
By Olivia Dodgeabout a year ago in Poets
