love poems

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

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Love seeketh only Self to please, / To bind another to its delight, / Joys in another’s loss of ease, / And builds a Hell in Heaven’s despite.’—The Clod and the Pebble, ll. 9–12.William Blake
By Iris V.3 months ago in Poets
The Painter of Seasons
Long ago, beyond the Crystal Mountains and beneath the endless dome of stars, there lived a mysterious artist named Orion. He was known throughout the world as the Painter of Seasons.
By Kamal ali3 months ago in Poets
The Silent Kingdom
Long ago, beyond the Mountains of Dawn and the Seas of Sapphire Mist, there stood a magnificent realm known as Aurelia. Its castles sparkled beneath the sun.
By Kamal ali3 months ago in Poets
Love Like The Sun
Love can be compared to many things, the reason to live, the pull of tides. But for me it's most like the sun. It is vast, fierce, and all-consuming. There are times it feels so intense you want to hide, afraid of being burned. Yet even in its blistering heat there is beauty. It warms you and keeps you going. Every morning if rises, offering another chance.
By Zane Khali3 months ago in Poets
The One Who Stayed
I stand beside you every day, but you look for me through the shadows left by everyone else. A hundred hands let go of yours,
By Samara Pollyana 3 months ago in Poets
We Could Have Been Lovers
We Could Have Been Lovers We stood where something almost started, close enough to feel it in the quiet, close enough to imagine names for us,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
She Sings. Top Story - June 2026.
She wakes up alone and sings loudly because the song is there and so is she. That has to be enough especially on mornings when it isn't.
By Tina D. Lopez3 months ago in Poets
The Eyes Look Sad, The Smile Is Cold
The Eyes Look Sad, The Smile Is Cold The eyes look sad, the smile is cold, Though few would ever know, The battles fought in silence
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Heavy Mind
I still see her, The girl you once were, The innocence that lived in your eyes, soft as morning light on still water, before the world learned your name,
By Samara Pollyana 3 months ago in Poets
Holy Heart Crowned
My hand is trained in geting strong, not to reach for the surface but profound; How strange it is to love the bitter cup, To hold the loathsome thing and lift it up?!
By Iris V.3 months ago in Poets
Eternal Hunger
I'm cold to the touch but you burn like a fever your breath on my neck I never wanna leave here ❤️‍🔥 You're tracking my pulse
By Sara Wilson3 months ago in Poets
Please take me
Please take me as yours I want to be yours forever. I love the way you protect me. I love the way you hold me. I want to be next to you.
By Danielle Mosley3 months ago in Poets