love poems

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

that ol' christmas box
i found an old box of moms christmas decor in the back of my walkout closet i sat in the living room watching tv when i finally decided to rummage through it
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
The Wanderer
I am the Wanderer. I move from place to place, from heart to heart though mine belongs to nowhere and to no one. I am not searching from eternal restlessness but from blind faith I will find what I am looking for.
By Baileyabout a month ago in Poets
My Christmas Wish
I kept a place for you at the edge of my thoughts, where wishes glow but do not speak. Every night I almost reach you and then wake with my hands still empty. If he above listens at all, let it be the night that carries my love to whether you are, and remind us both you are on your way.
By Baileyabout a month ago in Poets
When You Forget
When you forget what you have fought so hard for. The hope, the dreams — they start to fade away like a dream. It’s like I can’t breathe, it’s like I scream to the top of my lungs, God please take this pain away.
By Lady DJ Shimaeabout a month ago in Poets
Letters and Dust
Letters and Dust I open the old chest in the corner, dust motes drifting like tiny specters, letters and photographs spill into my lap,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Quiet Rain, Open Hearts
Love is often quiet, not the loud declarations we see in movies. It is in the small gestures, the gentle touches that tell someone you are here. I met her on a rainy afternoon. The streets were slick, and the sky held a gray sadness that made the world feel softer. She was standing under a small awning, her notebook pressed to her chest, waiting out the rain. I asked if I could share her space. She smiled, and something unspoken passed between us.
By LUNA EDITHabout a month ago in Poets
My Heart Lost its Spark
My heart lost its spark the day the fire learned its name and the world decided it shouldn’t burn. You were too young, they said,
By Jesse Leeabout a month ago in Poets
Where Forever Begins
I start with the way she looks at me, steady, unguarded, like she already knows the truth I’m still learning to speak. There’s a kind of hush in that moment,
By Printique Studiosabout a month ago in Poets
The Fogged Garden
The Fogged Garden The garden waits beneath the morning fog, flowers bowed under the weight of dew, I wander slowly, tracing paths we once knew,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Kisses After Chaos
We had a fight that started over nothing— a spoon left in the sink, a look you misread, My tone doing that thing it does
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Poets
We The Creators. Content Warning.
We, creators of circuitous love, flouting every possible rule made by conventions. - Am I overestimating our originality?
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P about a month ago in Poets
YOU
YOU My kryptonite Drug of choice Addiction Calm to my rage Silence to my loudness Fire when I’m icy Heat when I’m cold
By Gail S.about a month ago in Poets