love poems

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

The Unspoken Wish
In school where books and lessons stay, Two hearts met along the way. She was quiet, full of dreams, He was free like flowing streams.
By Witness Love2 years ago in Poets
Bloom For Me. Second Place in Love in 50 Words Challenge.
I’ll write poems for you forever. Every piece of me -is tethered to- the dream of you, .:Sunbeam:. We are meant to be
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets
Love at First Cry
Since October, my love began, And it will forever span You, in your nappies Me, not your mommy Your first cry awakened a love
By Ann ☕️2 years ago in Poets
Heart is a Muscle
The heart is a muscle. Always beating and never extinct. It goes to great lengths for that which it cares with great strength.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Dementia is cruel. Who Is She?
Dementia is cruel. Who Is She? I look in a mirror; I ask you, Who is she? You gently explain, “This is you, my love.” Tears start to pour;
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Did I know you yesterday ?
Did I know you yesterday Did I Know You Yesterday? Did I know you yesterday, Were you a part of me? Did I know you yesterday,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
I Read You
Is this just "our way" of doing this? Is that why I like it so much? Most of the old rules have dissolved The new rules are too young to be convincing
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Heart
Under the moon’s soft glow, our whispers blend with stars. Your laughter, a melody, my heartstrings gently strummed. Platonic hugs, a steady flame, or self-love’s quiet bloom— each beat a testament, a dance of souls. Valentine’s whispers: love, in every form, eternal.
By Nilesh Sharma2 years ago in Poets
King of Love
What’s the best gift we could buy? I ponder, clueless and sigh… In our dark broken world Love’s beauty gently unfurled… The King of Love
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Poets
With Self At Peace
To spend the days aligned with me To stop the noise and shut my eyes, my ears To hide from thunder – open your wings! For you have brought me, where I should be
By Laura Rodben2 years ago in Poets
We Meet at Night
When asked if I’ve been seeing someone, I always reply ‘yes.’ I think of you and wonder if you’re patiently waiting for me.
By Amos Glade2 years ago in Poets
A Bringer of Both
Quarter past two circles before a new rise ocean ways to express, pick pick pick! for damn sake, don’t ever forsake Behold, my love! But love, is it love?
By Jui Han2 years ago in Poets