love poems

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

I Know We'll Meet Again
I used to be scared of the setting sun As its warmth and light would leave me behind I saw chances not taken, dreams dying young
By Daniel Freeman 4 months ago in Poets
dedicated to my love one
IST PEOM the sunset when hugged the darkness in same way the sorrow hugged my heart
By Muhammad Yaseen4 months ago in Poets
Being A Woman
If a tree does not bear fruit, or if the ground does not grow vegetables, if the clouds do not send rain to hydrate the earth, is there still worth in their existence?
By Marysol Ramos4 months ago in Poets
crows, as fortold
the crows scatter in formation, their wings ~ blacker than the moonless sky ~ disappear into the dark thicket of woods a discheveled pile of leaves, brown
By Alys Revna4 months ago in Poets
Love's Fatal Flaw
this is a goodbye to who we once were young, dumb and in love, without a care in the world we decided forever and raised up two little girls
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 months ago in Poets
For you
I lost track of days a while back, But I still count the time in the heartbeats not being skipped by the sound of your laugh,
By Linda Ryan4 months ago in Poets
Eight years
Eight winters and eight summers Eight blue moons, and eight lonely birthdays I've loved more than eight lovers With the love you taught me in your own ways
By Linda Ryan4 months ago in Poets
Twenty Years
Twenty blue years of life Twenty candles I have blown Twenty lovers that passed Only one I have known One who stuck and believed
By Linda Ryan4 months ago in Poets
I named you
I named you my heart, unaware of how my chest could feel so empty that I can hear the echoes of our laughter from years ago.
By Linda Ryan4 months ago in Poets
Fairytale Love
In my chambers I lay awake for a while, I was wrapped inside your magic Existing in a fantasy Was the fairytale ending you and me… I wished we could start From the beginning, Of the meeting at the party When I saw you, but You didn’t see me…. I would make it, so that Our eyes meet, With visions of ecstasy; And we would share, a tasteful energy… I’ll remember the first kiss, That happened so suddenly… Trepidation filled with admiration As two lovers building our foundation Of a never-ending love story, With a curious heart and a hopeful spirit. I’ll let fear run away as I rise into a phoenix My love shall be your cure, from a judgmental society. If only I could make this fairytale our reality…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)4 months ago in Poets
In Bed With The Killer
In Bed With The Killer The sheets remember more than I will ever say aloud, They hold the shape of secrets hidden neatly under doubt.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Fog After Your Footsteps
This ghazal lives between memory and disappearance. Wrapped in fog, rain, and fractured reflections, it explores the fragile remains of love after departure. The beloved is no longer fully present, yet traces of them continue to shape the world like a lingering scent after rain.
By heasb0024 months ago in Poets