love poems

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

My St. Patrick’s Day Wedding, 1975
My St. Patrick’s Day Wedding, 1975 The March wind hummed a quiet tune, Green ribbons tangled with morning’s bloom. A bride in white, a heart in flight,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Through Ruins and Signals: The Love of Cameraman and TV Woman. AI-Generated.
Through fire and rubble, the echoes remain, A love reborn in the wreckage of pain. Metal and circuits, dust in the air, Yet hearts still flicker—a love rare.
By Silver Raven 2 years ago in Poets
Support Him More Than Me
I support him But there is no support for me At least he sees me Know I’m waiting Waiting on him Is it worth it Probably not
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Saved by the Hands of Jesus
Saved by the Hands of Jesus In silent nights of sorrow’s weight, When hope had slipped beyond my sight, A gentle hand reached through the dark,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
He Woke Up Dead Inside His Head
He Woke Up Dead Inside His Head He woke up dead inside his head, A hollow echo in his bed. The dawn crept in, a silent thief,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Mind
The clock ticks louder in the dead of night,Each second stretching, holding tight.A breath caught halfway, a chest too tight,The weight of the world in the absence of light.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
Ephemeral Echoes: A Poem on the Fleeting Nature of Moments
Footprints pressed in golden sand,Soon erased by the ocean’s hand.Laughter echoes, then fades to air,A vanished song—was it ever there?
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
Thirty-Eight
Is there where I pictured myself? I turn 38 soon... Very soon. And I try to think of 8 year old. I wonder what she thought life would be
By Manisha Dhalani2 years ago in Poets
3/13/2025
Leprechauns shaking shillelaghs As the leper cons say pay me Butterflies in disguise as they spin their lies Spiders trickling down
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Then The Day The Debt Men Called
Then The Day The Debt Men Called Then the debt man came to call, Through your gambling, we lost it all. House and furniture, 100-inch TV,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
A Map of My Scars
Every scar I carry has a story. Some are small like the faded line on my knee from a childhood fall, or the burn on my wrist from a careless moment in the kitchen.
By Astone Zulu2 years ago in Poets
The Radiation of Beauty!
Her sound projects life and beauty by the of her flow, can’t tell you why, I’m referencing this off something she shows. If she does not else to fulfill her duty, just know her natural state is her greatest continuity. No, please don’t think I’m trying to minimize her or fit her into a certain narrative. I’m she could be germaine to any man’s metanarrative.
By Jay LeTron Dobbins2 years ago in Poets