love poems

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

Love At First Sight
I think I saw you once. In London, on a busy Friday afternoon. I was attending this Gothic literature lecture - Not that I remember it much;
By Rosie J. Sargentabout a year ago in Poets
Eternal Ink
Storms come. Loss changes us. But we are not meant to wait for clear skies—we are meant to move, to rise, to dance. Love is never ending. It shifts, it reshapes, it finds new ways to exist. Some things do not break. They become part of us. In every heartbeat, in every rain-soaked moment, in every step forward—love remains.
By Kathryn King - always known as Kathy!about a year ago in Poets
15 Touching ‘From Friend to Friend’ Dog Poems. AI-Generated.
The bond between a dog and their human is one of the purest forms of friendship. It's a relationship built on loyalty, comfort, and unconditional love. When we speak of "from friend to friend," we often mean a message of deep understanding — a heartfelt connection that transcends words. In the case of our canine companions, that connection is expressed through wagging tails, soulful eyes, and silent companionship.
By pestosolabout a year ago in Poets
Amidst the Silent Fractures
Amidst the Silent Fractures By A Dena Mulyana I wove sorrow into a shroud, soft as twilight, yet heavy with unsaid goodbyes. I walked the corridors of memory where echoes wear your voice— gentle, but sharp enough to draw blood from a heart that refused to forget. Is longing always this cruel? Like a candle burning in a storm, it flickers with hope, only to be smothered by the winds of truth. Each silence between us wrote verses on the walls of my chest. Each breath, a line carved in aching. If you find this poem one day, know this— I never stopped waiting, not like a fool, but like the sky: vast, unmoving, forever open.
By Silent Soulweaverabout a year ago in Poets
My Peace Prayer for 2025
My Peace Prayer for 2025 I sit listening to silence, not even a bird sings its song. I pray to god what has gone wrong, why are most hearts filled with anger?
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
"The Daffodils" by William Wordsworth
"The Daffodils" by William Wordsworth 🌼 "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" by William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
By Am@n Khan about a year ago in Poets
The Fire They Couldn't See" By
I started with nothing, not even a plan, Just calloused hope in a working man's hand. No golden degree, no mentor near— Only doubt, and a dream, and a mind unclear.
By Rahimullah Mohmandabout a year ago in Poets
When the Sky
I swear, the stars were arguing tonight— spinning out like lovers who stayed too long in silence. You ever feel the sky blink? Like really pause
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Onions Are Not Gross
I heard someone say "Onions are not popular." ⚡☝️😡 Tasteless and insane! --- 🧅🧅--- Onions compliment Italian, and Mexican!
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
The Strength of Saying No
Since I started rejecting many things in my life, My life has become lighter. I don't have to force myself, I don't have to endure it,
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
Love scribbles
Like a seed planted in Earth’s soil You nourished me with your water Stretching my branches into the sun's light, until I became the fire that burned every tree
By The Invisible Writerabout a year ago in Poets
A Willow's Epitaph
O’ timeless Nordic whisper, Bring unto her this lay of mine. Thou art the herald of winter — May this prayer etch an epitaph in time.
By Zawer Aliabout a year ago in Poets