love poems

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

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
Empty Miles and Shallow Hearts
I've been over empty miles tonight As the echoes of what could have been Disappeared from my sight. The subtle signs I should have seen
By Calvin Londonabout a month ago in Poets
Built from Quiet Choices
Breathe. Begin. Stand honest. Grow slowly. Trust effort. Choose patience. Fall once. Rise wiser. Move forward. Speak gently. Listen fully. Act fairly.
By Muhammad Saad about a month ago in Poets
The Quiet Power Within
Begin with faith in simple steps, Not thunder, but steady ground. Strength grows in silent moments, Where patience learns its sound.
By Muhammad Saad about a month ago in Poets
The Quiet Strength of Becoming
Stand gently where your footsteps meet the day, Let patience teach you how to move ahead. Every small kindness lights a hidden way, Every true word becomes the bread we’re fed.
By Muhammad Saad about a month ago in Poets
Folding You Into Prayer
I opened the door, believing love would know how to be careful. I let someone in, showed the cracks I usually hide, and trusted that my heart was safe.
By velvysraabout a month ago in Poets
The 12 Days Of Christmas, I'm Truly Jamaican, And Also Perhaps A "Little" Original
1st Day...... Dear Santa, I must let you know that I tried this thing with the "Jamaican" people, I don't know, they seem to think I'm replacing you with something, or someone else - oh well... we should stick to the "Patrrage In A Pear Tree", we should...
By 365poetryabout a month ago in Poets
i used to be
the boy i used to be never really died i can still hear him laughing buried deep inside. he sits calm an’ waitin. unsure but unafraid
By Daniel Gregoryabout a month ago in Poets
Love Birds
𝘚𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺- 𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 J𝘶𝘭𝘺, 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥,
By KADabout a month ago in Poets
It Burns Bright in the Dark
It burns bright in the dark You used to come home scared Of the way I'd hold you in my sleep But then you'd melt me When you'd say you didn't want to touch
By Rita Chunabout a month ago in Poets
Claudia
Claudia She doesn’t just fall in love— she dives, headfirst, as if she’s sure there’s water down there. She’d rather bruise
By Tina D. Lopezabout a month ago in Poets