love poems

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

Wake Up Call
Wake Up Call I woke to a whiff that curled my toes, Not coffee, no toast, just something that grows. A cloud of funk hung thick in the air,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
She Is My Winter, She Is My Spring
She wore the dusk like velvet thread, With maple leaves where angels tread, And in her eyes, the boreal deep— A love so vast, it stole my sleep. She laughed, and rivers turned to song, The kind that pulls your heart along, Through forests rich with cedar dreams, And starlit nights of whispered schemes. She is my winter, fierce and kind, And springtime thaw in heart and mind— No compass turns when I am near, For every road just leads me here.
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
Northern Light
Snowflakes write poems in her hair, Each step a verse, each breath a prayer, She is the fire in frozen air, The quiet grace of those who dare.
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
Fields of Fate and Whispers of Love
Amid the fields, my fate drew near Like water flowing, calm and clear To quench the thirst of crops in need And plant within my soul a seed Life called to me: “Awake, arise!” As night withdrew from dawning skies A bride of dreams appeared so bright To bless my heart with gentle light “How are you now?” she softly said While love’s own whisper filled my head I blushed and stammered, thoughts unsure No words could heal what I endured Yet chained by awe, my smile was free My face lit up with reverie She caught my joy and with a glance Returned my soul’s first trembling dance “No need to shy away from me Sing all the songs that set you free You are the poet, born to weave The tales that dreamers still believe” My heart then danced, my tongue found voice In hymns that made the winds rejoice “You are my love, my verse, my tide The myth where all my truths reside” What more could I, a poet, say? You filled my heart in every way So let us sing, let love reveal Its words through fields and songs that heal
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
Apache Indian Love So dear
Apache Indian Love So dear Two Apache Indians fell in love On a beautiful summer’s night. They sat there by the riverside,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Chestnut Waves
Eyes are the window to the soul, So they say. His captivates me, Iris’s created by the hands of God. Warm notes of brown,
By Simone Marieabout a year ago in Poets
Gun ùine
There’s something so old fashioned about you. Passionate about words and the old ways. The sweetness, the real, the raw. An old soul who wears suspenders. Barefoot on a porch rocking chair. You can’t possibly be from here. From now. You are exquisitely timeless.
By Jamie Callaghanabout a year ago in Poets
projected. Content Warning.
the levels of decorum rendered discorporate. unwanted, waste, refuse, trash, as the boy acts cats called doggedly like he thinks himself a monarch,
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Does Love End?
love doesn´t die from a gunshot, doesn´t scream, doesn´t cry doesn´t jump out the window like in those damn movies. no.
By Javier about a year ago in Poets
Skin Deep
My cover story Loves casual commitments Ink telling the tale
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
What Does Sunshine Mean...
Sunshine of a day holds Love in waves. For others, Night shines The same when stars Okay. But sunshine means love Some days... Her knowledge Her sunbathing sunburns Not okay, then Sun kisses her in the good morning, Good afternoon, and evening... so Doesn't feels her For the rest of the day. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Lyrics And Pocket Change
I’ve been collecting lyrics like lint and pocket change Faceless scattered spirits whispering their names Shadows dancing
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets