love poems

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

For the ones who stayed soft… even when it hurt.
This piece hit me in a place I didn’t realise was still tender. There’s something quietly devastating in the way it unpacks the effort of becoming smaller — of swallowing your voice, your needs, even your pain — just to keep someone close. We’ve all been there, haven’t we? Laughing when we wanted to break. Nodding when everything in us wanted to scream.
By Elisa Johnson about a year ago in Poets
"Whispers in the Blooming Field"
In fields where roses gently sway, My heart finds peace in your sweet way. Like morning sun through misty air, Your love is warmth beyond compare.
By Mukhtiar Ahmadabout a year ago in Poets
Midnight Sun
It’s three AM and it looks like it might be four PM outside. The sun hangs a little lower than one might think, But it’s still shining.
By Paige Graffunderabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers of Peaceful Mountain Companions
In emerald fields where rivers gleam, A horse and camel share a dream. The mountain stands with snow-crowned grace, Its mirror shining in the lake’s embrace.
By Muhammad Yarabout a year ago in Poets
Endless Love
I saw you once, my heart stood still, A quiet spark, a gentle thrill. You smiled at me, the world felt right, Like morning sun after the night.
By NIRAB NISWASabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers in the Wi-Fi
I heard your name in the static light, Echoed soft through the screen last night. A digital dream, a pixel kiss, Caught in a cloud of binary bliss.
By MST REHANAabout a year ago in Poets
💖 Click to Fall in Love… 💖
Click once — a glance, a spark, a flame, Two hearts collide, never the same. Click twice — a smile that softly glows, A secret world that only love knows.
By MST REHANAabout a year ago in Poets
It's Probably My Fault, But I Don't Care
I'm glad I'm not homeless, but I hate my house it's not where I thought I'd be I'm committed, but I don't have a spouse seems love feels the same about me
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Quiet Reverie
She dipped her head in the water as she washed the cleanser from her skin. This. This was a real highlight of her day. That one moment,
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Me You And Her
Me You And Her Two queens at war war over me and I, the ground where battles bloom without a sound yet not so silently.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Child's Journey Through Enchanted Forest Trail
In a forest green where the tall trees sway, A child rides a camel through blooms on the way. The air hums softly with whispers of leaves,
By Mukhtiar Ahmadabout a year ago in Poets
always gawking at. Content Warning.
never stops the balance the justice the watching everything always gawking at what isn’t there heavy on the evening when people are
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets