love poems

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

Passing Cars
Life moves along like cars on the pavement we watch out the window, as time passes by Years upon years spent blindly complacent
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Midnight Siren
Sing to me in pieces, My voice is lost in cadence. Hope reverberates in times of waves, Crashing into me in memory. I’ve lost myself in tides,
By A. Raphaelabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Mystery Man
He smiled at me Met me with patience We waved
By L.I.Eabout 3 hours ago in Poets
Pangea Breaking
Lay down— limbs outstretched like uncharted territories. I trace my fingers on your skin— soft, gentle gestures exploring your landscapes.
By Imola Tóthabout 4 hours ago in Poets
I Finally Understood
I used to think I was trapped. In a life I didn’t choose. In rules I didn’t understand. In a story I didn’t write. Everything felt like pressure.
By Vocal Member about 5 hours ago in Poets
What's the Point
Verse 1 Late-night smoky whispers tangled up in sheets, In the glow of the moonlight,it's where our hearts meet. But if there’s no warmth,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout 6 hours ago in Poets
Boomerang 🪃
We all are made of stardust... At least that’s what they say. The trillions of miles, The billions of years, Couldn’t keep me away.
By Mama Magdaleneabout 8 hours ago in Poets
Message in a bottle
How much do you love me? John asked his Elouise, Is it that hard? Cannot you see? I threw a bottle in the ocean today
By Calvin Londonabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Alt Pandora's Box
According to Hesiod, when Prometheus stole fire from heaven, Zeus, the king of the gods, took vengeance by presenting Pandora to Prometheus' brother Epimetheus. Pandora opened a jar left in her care containing sickness, death and many other unspecified evils which were then released into the world, but what if Pandora’s Box or Jar contained nothing but good things. I know hope was there at the bottom, but I feel that often humanity looks for the worst things.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 10 hours ago in Poets
All Roads Leads to loml
All roads lead to you— not in the way maps promise arrival, but in the way grief redraws every street until there is nowhere else to go.
By Brie Boleynabout 11 hours ago in Poets
Traces
I share a breath with your skin frost on wide windowpanes our warmed air as the rain pours from heavy clouds deep into the ancient red well
By Michele Nampalliabout 13 hours ago in Poets
What You Leave Behind
What You Leave Behind There are things that cling like shadows, Old voices that call your name, Moments that refuse to loosen,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 19 hours ago in Poets