love poems

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

I am grateful,
Grateful I Am I am grateful, For every soul that holds some light, I’m enchanted by the love they bring, They share with me the songs of life. Grateful I am, To those who sang what’s on my mind, In rhythm, verse, and art combined— A harmony of humankind. I am grateful, To hearts who offered all their dreams, Their love unsure of where to go, But still they gave, with voice aglow— And softly said: “I’m grateful.” Each written word, a melody, A whisper warm, a reverie— A song that floats in peaceful air, A soul once lost, now dancing there. Beautiful, kind, never unkind, To those who hurt, it’s love they find. Grateful I am, To artists bold and kind at heart, Who gave their all, played every part— No fame required, no grand career, Just whispered truth: “I’m grateful here.” I raise my voice for all to hear, To shout it loud and make it clear: Grateful I am, to young and old, Who feel the depth in words we hold— Their love leaves prints without a fear, It soars like birds through skies sincere. Grateful I am... Forever near.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
If You Are
☀️ If you are.. ☀️ You are the sun, Let there be a blockade By clouds in the city's shade. You are the rain, A never-ending bath—
By Rony Sutradarabout a year ago in Poets
Taste Of Impression
What’s your degree of separation Tell me what sets you apart We all leave quite a first impression Indelible marks upon a heart
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Saved
They say speak his name like in Corinthians Our love should’ve been in the Bible. The day we met The earth didn’t shatter
By Amyabout a year ago in Poets
Tattoo your name on my heart and make it whole
My life has not been easy. I have fought many battles. Most of them alone. In a way, I have spent my life fighting my way to you. Now that I am here let’s make love, not words. Grant my soul its peace with a press of your lips. Kiss me your story, and give my heart its happy ending.
By Simon Georgeabout a year ago in Poets
Where the River Knows
I step where the earth is damp, where the river bends like a question mark, carving the land with a patient hand, never asking if it belongs.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Give Me The Key
You got my heart on lock And dangling the key One day you're nice Then, the other you're mean Reply to only some text I need you to respond to everything
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Echoes in Pixels
We speak in stories, reels and rhymes, Our hearts beat fast in captioned lines. A thousand likes, but still alone— Connected deep, yet far from home.
By kainat about a year ago in Poets
Death to A.I., Life to A.A
Lately, it feels like A.I. is stealing the vibe, Pushing real people out, like we don’t even thrive. Scrollin’ socials, I search my favorite page, Only to find a fake tale on center stage. It looked so real, but no human had spoken, Just machine minds with their codes unbroken. The future's genius gave Meta a face, But behind that mask—no soul, no grace. Logged into Vocal, couldn’t believe my sight, Stories crafted by code, not written by light. Yeah, they type like us, might even write like us, Jot notes and rhyme lines—but they’re not quite us. No soul in the shell, like Cameron warned, His visions of Skynet? Still sharp, still scorned. Decades later, his warnings ring clear— And the Terminator’s message is still something to fear. We don’t need more bots, more silicon streams, We need A.A.—authentic artist dreams. Can the real creators rise, take back the mic? Tell Skynet and clones to take a hike. They might be smart—but I’m not swayed. I’ll chant for the truth ‘til the clones all fade. So scream it loud, don’t let ‘em stay
By Usman Ali about a year ago in Poets
Breath Shaped by Your Name
This ghazal captures a love so quietly powerful that even silence, time, and breath bend in its memory. Through wind, brokenness, and poetry itself, the speaker explores how love can remain even in absence—woven into the very shape of what’s left behind.
By heasb002about a year ago in Poets
When Promise Fade
This ghazal is an intimate expression of quiet heartbreak. The speaker wanders through the emptiness left by love, where silence echoes louder than words. The imagery evokes forgotten streets, unanswered hopes, and poetry etched into shadows—love reduced to memory, and memory to verse.
By heasb001about a year ago in Poets
Marta
Marta was your name On the 30th of May you were born Teacher for us and for more Here’s a poem for you with my love Elegant, loving, your heart one day said: no more
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Poets