love poems

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

"Mad in Your Love"
"Mad in Your Love" Your laugh—a golden stream, Your gaze—the moon’s silver dream. Time whispers, "You’re love’s perfect sway,"
By SINDHI AHMED2 years ago in Poets
"WHERE HEAVEN MEET'S EARTH"
Mad in Your Love I saw you once, my soul was lost, Like rivers wild in a storm-tossed frost. The sky forgot its stars so bright,
By SINDHI AHMED2 years ago in Poets
Look Into Me
Flowers look into me I know in a blur decision we cannot get distracted for longings only quiet understanding
By Olivia Dodge2 years ago in Poets
Earthen Vessel
God uses broken vessels and He infills them with gold. He makes them more beautiful than when they were whole. ... Though I have cried a thousand pounds of tears,
By Idara Oghogho 2 years ago in Poets
You’re My Software Update
My heart was lagging, running slow, Crashing often, full of woe. Then you arrived—my sweet reboot, Debugging love down to its root.
By Tale Weaver2 years ago in Poets
Why leave me now?
Why leave me now? You’re in my blood, flowing through my veins, we were each other’s heart — forever, I thought. How can you say
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Why?… God and science collide.
I’ve been taught how to measure the stars, how to count the grains of sand in my hand. But I can’t quite grasp how it feels to be part of the whole,
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
Unspoken love
Unspoken Love If I felt your kiss, would it feel true? If I heard a heartbeat, would it be from you? This pain I feel is like the ocean;
By Lady DJ Shimae2 years ago in Poets
The Art of Getting By
I pour 10 ounces of coffee into my mug with the hearts. As I do, I think about what my day will bring and what I am looking forward to. Not much, if I’m honest, besides getting off of work at the end of it. I catch myself in this thought, and I remember that sometimes You need to romanticize Your life in order to get by. Make it
By Bria Lamonica2 years ago in Poets
What's Next?
At the turning point of time, Beyond the receding line, the eyes stared The past is behind us, the future is a mystery, What comes next? I will be thrown where?
By Amrita Jannat2 years ago in Poets
Self-Respect: The Strength Within
With my head held high as I walk, Speaking my own truth in silence, My life is mine and not in the hands of others. My route, my way, and my own goal.
By Amrita Jannat2 years ago in Poets
The Wish
I still remember that day When I saw her through the class window She was walking with friends on the school veranda, When her giggly bubbly smile lit up my day.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Poets