love poems

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

Kindness, Undone
I used to think love was a test I had to pass with perfect posture smiling, agreeable, swallowing the sharp parts of myself
By Milan Milic25 days ago in Poets
Inside
back inside we pried fingers from stiff gloves, warmed them against each other's
By Mark Francis25 days ago in Poets
The Seven-Year Itch Made Him Cheat
The Seven-Year Itch Made Him Cheat He smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes. A restless pulse lived under his shirt, and I knew.
By Marie381Uk 25 days ago in Poets
Mom
Lost to us last year Mom's memory unbidden brings me warmth and joy
By Noel T. Cumberland25 days ago in Poets
Us
Interlocked fingers precipitating a fire dissolving lonely
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden25 days ago in Poets
to kiss randomly
to kiss randomly our love has become a ghost occasional calls
By Gerry Thibeault25 days ago in Poets
Nude
Bare skin against skin; Our bodies giving heat. What’s the point of clothes
By Alaine Hay25 days ago in Poets
O fools, and slow of heart to believe
My heart burns within me On my path And I rose up the same hour, and returned to Jerusalem, yearning, God’s providence
By Diana25 days ago in Poets
THANKS GIVING:
THANKS_GIVING Little 12-26-25 All the trappings... Turkey, Ham, Mashed potatoes... ..A beggar child standing on a corner.
By Victor Mendez25 days ago in Poets
Gone.
Can we find joy here? Our world rife with pain and fear. I’ll think of you dear.
By Claire Gilliland25 days ago in Poets
Deepest Love 💕
Deepest love is not loud. It speaks in patience and calm. It listens without judging. It stays when times feel heavy. Love grows through understanding. It heals wounds without reminders. It gives strength during silence. Love teaches forgiveness first. It respects hearts and boundaries. True love brings inner peace. It supports dreams quietly. Love stands firm during storms. It chooses kindness every day. It lifts souls without conditions. Love is faith in action. It turns pain into wisdom. Deep love nurtures growth. It values honesty over perfection. Love becomes light in darkness. Deepest love makes us better humans.
By Muhammad Saad 25 days ago in Poets
The Last Song Has Played, It Is Time to Go Home
The Last Song Has Played, It Is Time to Go Home The lights dim and the hall exhales one final sigh. The echo of applause lingers like a fading perfume.
By Marie381Uk 25 days ago in Poets