love poems

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

My love returned to me
No contact for 14 days I knew in my heart my love had gone astray We used to talk every night Now the man I loved had taken flight
By Cheryl E Preston4 days ago in Poets
Sweet Taboo
Living In A Dream, Haunted By My Reality Walking Aimlessly To Be Prosperous... Damaged By Failure and False Hope, I Surrendered To Your Compassion And Let Love Have It's Way With My Heart...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)4 days ago in Poets
Deadheaded
Today I deadhead the withered blooms of my memory, pinching off the bruised petals of a former self. A sudden lighting of the mind; clean, decisive, severing the stem where pain flows.
By Tennessee Garbage4 days ago in Poets
"Hall" - Where Do You Put Your Trophies, Your Records - Your Names
Yeah, we all know the song right !? You always can't be the greatest - like for real !? But sometimes - they too had like a way to communicate !?
By 365poetry4 days ago in Poets
Tangled Quicksand
I reach for you through shifting ground, But every step pulls me deeper, Where echoes of anger coil around The whispered love I keep in secret. Your eyes are both anchor and abyss, A storm I cannot tame nor flee. The past and present intertwist, A future that refuses to be. I fight the pull of your memory, Yet find solace in the ache. Quicksand heart, wild and free, I sink willingly, yet awake. No bridge can span this fractured space, No word undo the tangled trace. Love and rage, a twisted dance, An impossible future caught in chance.
By Sahir E Shafqat4 days ago in Poets
Nemesis
Spoken word reading... ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ Incongruous rage eludes me, “lover boy” it snared you like quicksand, I quavered you’re quelled and qua
By Edward Swafford4 days ago in Poets
Closer Than Distance
This ghazal explores an intimate paradox: the closer something feels, the less tangible it becomes. The beloved is never fully seen, yet deeply experienced—like a fragrance in the air. It’s a meditation on emotional closeness that transcends physical distance.
By heasb0014 days ago in Poets
The Weight of Dusk
This ghazal captures a quiet, urban loneliness—the kind that arrives at dusk, when the world slows and memory grows louder. It speaks of unspoken words, missed chances, and the weight of a single moment stretched across time. Love here is intimate, human, and painfully close.
By heasb0024 days ago in Poets
Where Absence Becomes Presence
This ghazal explores a paradox: how absence can transform into a deeper form of presence. The beloved is no longer external, but internalized—becoming part of the speaker’s being. It’s a philosophical reflection on love beyond possession, where distance dissolves into identity.
By Rahatweb Website4 days ago in Poets
A Love Written Across the Sky
I have loved you in the soft silence of midnight, when the stars hang low and the moon watches the earth in peace. I have loved you
By Atiqbuddy4 days ago in Poets
Plainly and Simply
It was always unclear Undeniable adoration from me With confusion and fear I missed why you touched my knee I didn’t understand you were interested in
By Lisa Pulliam4 days ago in Poets
7 minutes. Top Story - March 2026. Content Warning.
It is my anniversary How do I celebrate 365 days of Bipolar 1 Depression? Broken Stalled Despite my hospitalisations I have failed to establish safety, then recovery
By Pauline Fountain4 days ago in Poets