love poems

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

It was not love, it was a disease
Maybe she recognized him, but pretended that she was no longer there, that all those memories and experiences had turned her into someone he would never know again. The last flame of love, lit a year ago, full of hope, continued to toss her life left and right, straight ahead, until suddenly it fell inexorably to the ground and said, “Enough, this will never happen again.” Your chosen one will never happen. It is a walking illusion of hatred towards yourself and others. The fire went out forever, the flames died down, and she never spoke to her again.
By Darkosabout a month ago in Poets
The undeniable smoke of the flame
Fearless, delicate thoughts try to rise to the surface, freedom slips outside, opening up new horizons for themselves They do not storm, they do not seek fire, but carefully prepare themselves to undergo the furnace
By Darkosabout a month ago in Poets
The Rustle of Rain
I am unmoored when we lock eyes. There has to be a word for this strange surmise. The first word that comes to my mind: Why are you so hard to find? Images sometimes flow through my head. Small polaroids lying with you in your bed. You looked upon me with vibrant, warm eyes. I knew right then you were the beginning of my very demise. Flickers of your smile rain on me when I feel down. Ever since I have found you, I have forgotten how to frown. To know of an arc angel that exists right before me. To know that the world is not as bad as I thought it to be. You implore me. A desire as dangerous as capture of the heart. Why not stop now before it even starts? Maybe I should stop loving you, maybe I should run. But your warm embrace reminds me of the sun. Underneath your sun, I feel its rays, and I feel like I am burning yet somehow safe. I never knew I could feel that, only in your space. That is the word that comes to mind. It turns out you were not that hard to find. A word that has now branded my mind:
By Gia Saintabout a month ago in Poets
68 Whiskey
sixty eight whiskey the crucial care of cold bones when winter's voice wars * A/N: "68 Whiskey" (pronounced Sixty-Eight Whiskey) refers to the U.S. Army's Military Occupational Specialty (MOS) for the Combat Medic (Healthcare Specialist), using the NATO phonetic alphabet for the numbers and 'W'. These medics provide crucial emergency medical care on the battlefield, acting as first responders for injured soldiers, managing trauma, and offering primary care, often holding EMT certifications.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
Emotions That Warm
layered emotion a candle in the window warms more than the heart
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
The Heat Of A Moment
as winter consumes the want of apricity stirs a fire within
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
morning wake dawn with snow
mild winter fever time in love dusk frosty days cold heart valentine (London, 18th December 2025)
By Lyrical Logicabout a month ago in Poets
Crescent and Seagull
Never hide your scars from me. They take nothing from your beauty. They are reminders of your strength. *** Most of your scars can’t be seen.
By Jesse Leeabout a month ago in Poets
Millions of miles away
Like stars, your relationship metamorphose. Something new had appeared Though a dark hole was left behind, new elements have formed,
By Ace Evansabout a month ago in Poets
When Love Refuses
I begin with the way your presence finds me even in the still moments, arriving gentle and sure, as if it has always known
By Printique Studiosabout a month ago in Poets
Open Hands, Silent Echo
then I realized, I was just like a little kid, loving with both hands open, thinking that was enough. don’t he wanna talk a little?
By velvysraabout a month ago in Poets
Why Taking It Slow Is the Only Way to Find a Cherishing Partner
By taking things slowly, you can effectively filter out those who truly cherish you. If you desire a healthy and stable relationship, do not easily accept just anyone's advances.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a month ago in Poets