love poems

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

Did you Really need to do this
Did you Really need to do this Did you really need to leave without a word,I vanish like mist before the morning stirred?
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Sometimes They Rust, Sometimes They Shine . AI-Generated.
Sometimes they rust, sometimes they shine, Sometimes they walk, sometimes they stumble. Thus, the whole youthful life was spent,
By Waqas ahmad 2 years ago in Poets
The Road Not Taken
Then took the other, as just as fair, and having perhaps the better claim because it was grassy and wanted wear, though as for that the passing there had worn them really about the same,
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
The Last Love Song
The Last Love Song This is the last love song I’ll ever write, A melody drifting into the quiet night. A song for all the things we never said, For dreams we held but never led.
By ANITA2 years ago in Poets
Castles of Air and Sand
Castles of Air and Sand We build our dreams in thin air, shaping wishes from whispers, stacking hope like invisible bricks,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
When Our Eyes Met
When Our Eyes Met When our eyes met, time stood still, A silent spark, a sudden thrill. The world around began to fade, As if our souls had found their way.
By ANITA2 years ago in Poets
SCULPTURE Sighed!!
She was a sculpture— QUIET, SILKEN HUSH, MUTED BREATH, SOFT STILLNESS, C A L M, C A R E F U L L, FEATHER-FOOTED, CAUTIOUS GRACE.
By Komal2 years ago in Poets
Honestly, I Caught Feelings . Top Story - February 2025.
If I was honest I’ll tell you that I caught feelings But I barely know you So instead I said I’m just here for you Not trying to just watch over you just to extend my kindness
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Lovers V: The Scared
Everyone is afraid. Love is terrifying. Giving all your heart and all your mind and you'll never get them back. But everyone is afraid.
By Addison Alder2 years ago in Poets
Love A Cure Or A Curse?
Love: A Cure or a Curse? Love can be a medicine for a lonely heart, A drug that can tear a family apart. It lifts you high, then drops you low,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of the Implied
II. We talked in syllables of chuckling, Carved our names in short lived sand, Following impressions on brilliant shores
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
A Letter Exchange Between Emily and Thomas (American Civil War, 1863). AI-Generated.
Emily to Thomas, November 12, 1863 My Dearest Thomas, How can I find the right words when all I wish to express seems to flee me like the morning mist? It is hard, harder than I ever could have imagined, to write you, knowing I cannot feel your presence near me. Each passing day feels as though I am held in a silent cage, with only the memories of your smile, the warmth of your embrace, and the echo of your voice to keep me company. Though I strive to keep my composure, my heart grows weary with each sunrise that brings no news of you.
By Edwin Odari2 years ago in Poets