love poems

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

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Alone because it behooves me, it suits me like clothes that's too old to throw away. Music playing but it isn't mine, and I have no say over what it says.
By Gambit4 months ago in Poets
Here Today Gone Tonight
Here Today Gone Tonight You stood in my doorway with rain in your hair Smile full of chaos and reckless young air Talking of futures like they could not break
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Appetites Of The Top Cats
Appetites Of The Top Cats High above city streets glowing at night Top cats sit feeding where power burns bright Tailored in black with their sharp polished teeth
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Apple Pie
I see you up there, gliding through the sky like it belongs to you alone. My river is richer than ever before, turtles sun themselves on fallen logs
By Harper Lewis 4 months ago in Poets
lattes and lies. Runner-Up in Out of Order Challenge. Top Story - May 2026.
'for sale' - I didn't see that coming although maybe I should have you left me a latte in a paper cup I hate that the unnecessary waste
By Heather Hubler4 months ago in Poets
Inouï
An old noir film lies in the gulf of us words first strumming you compressed into vowels the consonants blaring and muted the verbs
By Michele Nampalli4 months ago in Poets
I Search, Never Found
I. I searched the world for a thing called love But the path wasn’t beauty and the rewards to be reaped weren’t worthy.
By Dean Traylor4 months ago in Poets
Her Majesty, The Universe ✨
I thank the skies for the way they rule over us ~ steady and true. I thank the Sun ~ her life force a blessing bestowed upon us so gently, while she, herself, ignites.
By Alys Revna4 months ago in Poets
Little Girl Still Trapped Inside
These scars of mine can tell a story From memories I’ve cut to fit Circumcised and patterns torn That as a child, we just lived with
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 months ago in Poets
Forty and Free
At 40, Be a Middle-Aged Girl "No Longer Bound by Expectations" I used to be terrified of disappointing people. I was afraid of not being good enough, not mature enough, or not hardworking enough. So, I learned to cooperate and to endure. I learned to put my own needs last. It seemed mature, but it was exhausting.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing4 months ago in Poets
Waiting
Times a goin, there's times that are still flowing, but the rhymes don't bring me solace anymore. I broke, ripped apart, tore even our hold, I'd swore our love would be
By Gambit4 months ago in Poets
Imaginings
I want to be lost in your thoughts Octobers very own The very words that god himself would breathe To taste the sweetness of your lips
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 months ago in Poets