love poems

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

Why Do You Want to Be Considered Equal?
In a world where gender roles are constantly debated and redefined, I felt called to speak not from politics, but from personal reverence.
By Devon logan Mark-Anthony Daniels about a year ago in Poets
This Crazy Little Bubble Called Family.
We laugh, We cry. And, we drive each other up the wall; We argue, We fight, We forgive and forget, Because we don't want to lose it all;
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
My First Threesome
I am Amara and I am now thirty, but this happened when I was 27. At the time, I felt like my sex life with my boyfriend Jason had fallen into a routine. That all changed one evening when he came home with a spark in his eyes and an idea that nearly made me choke on my wine.
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Poets
After Six Years His Wife’s Darkest Secret Exposed
At a gathering in California, I met a man who shared a story that completely stunned me. With a few drinks giving him the courage to speak then he opened up about the unbelievable circumstances surrounding his marriage.
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Poets
The End Of Times
His name drips off my tongue, And I suck it in, unspoken. Hidden in secrecy it must remain, For he is dying, this man who is more than any man can be,
By Laura Pruettabout a year ago in Poets
Dating Her While She’s Still Screwing Him: A Survival Guide
That’s the question. It came from a 35-year-old guy who sounds like he’s been through enough ghostings, curveballs, and post-date gut rearrangements to start a memoir. Here’s his rant, distilled and caffeinated:
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Poets
You, In All the Quiet Things
I’ve found you in the quiet things In drifting smoke, in birdless wings, In pages left with coffee stains In sudden sun after soft rains. You weren’t a fire set to blaze, But warmth that stayed through colder days. Not lightning striking from the blue, But every sky that held the hue. I’ve loved you not in wild displays, But in the hush of ordinary days. The way you speak without a sound, In glances where my world is found. You are the pause, the breath between The part of life that can’t be seen. Not written loud, but softly penned: A lover, soulmate, touch, and friend. So if the stars all turned to dust, And time erased the things we trust, Still, I would know you—heart and skin In all the quiet things within.
By The Learning Ledgerabout a year ago in Poets
Statement of Existence
simply by existing we have an impact overheard truths from a phone unfiltered uninvited how they were framed why they were uttered
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
A Quiet Place for the Unspeakable
This poem is built from the things I don’t say— the fears that curl inside my chest like smoke that won’t rise, the words I bury beneath polite smiles
By Dagmar Goeschickabout a year ago in Poets
Becoming:
when stardust dares to hope teaching us of wild wonder revealing kaleidoscopes and our secrets to the thunder imaginations dare explode
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
To the Man I’m Becoming
To the Man I’m Becoming At times, I anxiously anticipate you. At times, I patiently wait. But now I understand— every hardship is sacred ground.
By Devon logan Mark-Anthony Daniels about a year ago in Poets
When Machines Learn to Grieve
First, they'll need to understand Tuesday afternoons When nothing happens except the slow drip of coffee cooling in a forgotten cup.
By Rosezabout a year ago in Poets