love poems

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

This Was How I Thought I Would Be, I Mean - I Guess, Like, I Guess, No Energy!
My birthday was last week, and like everybody else - I've literally been the only shadow in the house! My birthday was last week, and literally the house was empty, the "MOUSE", was in for some "good" surprise!
By 365poetry8 days ago in Poets
A Pot Of Dirt
I sit here with a pot of earth Examining the souls true worth From casket to a rolling hearse Just inches from six feet of dirt
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 days ago in Poets
Arriving Before The Voice
This ghazal explores the liminal space between sleep and waking, presence and absence. As the beloved departs, the world subtly slows, yet their voice continues to arrive first—unbound by distance. It is a poem about clarity that survives separation.
By heasb0028 days ago in Poets
Beyond Every Wall
This ghazal reflects the tension between motion and stillness, between certainty and doubt. The beloved becomes a quiet anchor—present not through closeness, but through meaning. It is a poem about how love survives distance by becoming direction itself.
By heasb0018 days ago in Poets
Wholly Loved
How can I expect mercy and respect in the face of such overwhelming disconnect 🖇❤️‍🔥🖇 You are me we became one I cannot blame you
By K.B. Silver 8 days ago in Poets
Between Two Silences
This ghazal dwells in the space of uncertainty—between leaving and staying, knowing and not knowing. The beloved’s absence suspends time itself, turning silence into the only honest reply. It is a poem of quiet endurance, where love survives not as direction, but as presence.
By Rahatweb Website8 days ago in Poets
The Claddagh Ring
I saw Michael Portillo on a railway journey in Ireland, finding out about the Claddagh and getting involved in making a Claddagh ring. I have always loved the design of them, and it made me think of someone very close to me, and she and the ring have come together to inspire these words.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 days ago in Poets
Raindrops and tears
Raindrops and tears Raindrops slide down the glass, they blur what I see. Like my thoughts, that slip away, before I can hold them.
By Marie381Uk 8 days ago in Poets
Don’t You Dare Call Me Strong
Don’t You Dare Call Me Strong Don’t you dare call me strong like it’s a medal like it’s a compliment like it didn’t come with blood on the tiles
By Marie381Uk 8 days ago in Poets
The Elephant Never Forgets
The Elephant Never Forgets She stood alone beside the tree, the last of five who used to roam. She didn’t cry. She didn’t run.
By Marie381Uk 8 days ago in Poets
Shattered Glass
10.27.25 The last centerpiece, shattered Shells and sand scattered Little weapons Slivers you cannot see Expected, yet a cut sends a shock through the heel
By Kylie Martin8 days ago in Poets
The Dance of the Swans
The Dance of the Swans They met where silence kissed the lake no music played, yet all hearts heard two shadows swept the mirrored world
By Marie381Uk 8 days ago in Poets