love poems

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

THE CONTRACT
Come closer, my love. Not to free me, just enough to remind me I am still seen. Rest your head on my shoulder, careful, the iron is cold there.
By Salman Writes28 days ago in Poets
Bitter Sweet
When I close my eyes, I can still see your smile and I miss the way your eyes glow, even in the moonlight! The way your face lights up when you laugh, genuinely brightens up even my darkest days!
By Hay Collins28 days ago in Poets
Threaded Through
I find you in the stupidest seams— the hoodie string you once re-tied because I “never do it right,” The way my headphones knot themselves
By Milan Milic28 days ago in Poets
Scammers, Cash For Gold - Holiday Robbery, Did I Tell You About The Time I Went To A "Pawn" Shop, Did I? #Jamaican #Dilemmas
I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person. Taking what they didn't give, or perhaps left for me to do. I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person.
By 365poetry28 days ago in Poets
The Girl at Platform No. 5: A Diary of Unspoken Farewells
Everyone at the station is in a hurry. Some are chasing dreams, while others are running away from memories. But I sit here, at the corner of the wooden bench, with a pen that knows more secrets than my heart can carry.
By MD. Rahmat Ullah28 days ago in Poets
Whispers in a Glass House
We live in a house of glass, where every word might shatter walls. Sunlight bends through our silence, casting shadows of what we cannot say.
By Winry28 days ago in Poets
Eugenia V. Poel hue
Hold hands? Eugenia Red. Hmm… If coral roses bled instead of blooming Isn’t it the same? Yes. Have you heard of V. Poel’s Blue?
By Michele Nampalli28 days ago in Poets
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Queen of all my lonely heart. A little love too far apart. Love a little lot left to pour Before I love a little lot more.
By Hector Gonzalez28 days ago in Poets
Love is a burning fire
Love is a burning fire that grows until it becomes harmony. Let it The Art of Endless Love: A Journey Through Dreams, Hearts, and
By Emmanuele28 days ago in Poets
6⇼7 Reasons Why You Should Show Me Your Sugar Plums. Top Story - December 2025.
❗‼⚡Let your mind enter a receptive state.⚡‼ ❗ It will be saner to tolerate the fruitcake if you do. Language is the key to misunderstanding.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡28 days ago in Poets
I Can't Ever Remember The Order - Anyone Knows?
Now Dasher, or was it Prancer? Vixen, or Blixen ? Jamaica is not on the map - and I'm tired of trying to protect them from TREASON!
By 365poetry28 days ago in Poets
Sitting in the Dark
Sitting in the Dark The dark does not explain itself, it waits without defence. No speeches made, no reasons offered, just presence dense and still.
By Marie381Uk 28 days ago in Poets