love poems

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

The Robins Know True Love
The Robins Know True Love They sit close on a winter branch at dawn, feathers pressed where the cold cannot divide, no vows spoken, no promise written down,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Morning After
Morning doesn’t knock— it just breathes on us, thin light slipping between the curtains like it knows we won’t answer.
By Brie Boleynabout a month ago in Poets
The Mask That Hides the Hurt
The Mask That Hides the Hurt She paints her face in daylight tones and grace, a practiced smile perfected over years, no crack allowed to show the faulted ground,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
When Winter Wages War
Mittens and snow boots Some marshmallows in a mug Sweet, subtle soldiers
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
I Loved You the Way I Was Taught
My father loved in straight lines. He believed love was shown by staying. He believed love was shown by working. He believed love was shown by never leaving.
By LUNA EDITHabout a month ago in Poets
A Fire In Winter
I am but a shell soul contained humanity With fire in my eyes
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
When Cancer Takes
When Cancer Takes Cancer took my dad and left a family broken, Hearts split open, tears we drown in, Tears fall so frequently we cannot count them,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Reverb
It’s been so long since hello . An old song pours from the radio in a flood across my unswept floor . who can breathe
By Seanabout a month ago in Poets
Grief
my heart is kept warm mingling in the memories surviving winter
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
A Spring Night
It was an enchanting night in spring, Alive with sparkling and shimmering stars; The pretty moon stood still in wonder
By GHANI KHANabout a month ago in Poets
To Be Enough
I worry that I will have to lose myself—shrink myself—normalize who I am. I worry that I will be engaged in mediocrity, reality chipping away at my dreams and desires.
By Marysol Ramosabout a month ago in Poets
A reckless love
a reckless love burned my tender heart to ashes still, I miss the smoke
By Vasalisa Wyldabout a month ago in Poets