love poems

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

Waiting for the Perfect Man
Waiting for the Perfect Man I sat down one day and forgot to stand again The bench grew used to me and I to it The sky changed colours a thousand times
By Marie381Uk 4 days ago in Poets
Better Alone than Exhausted
"I’d Rather Be Alone and Quiet Than Tired of Being with Someone Else" We aren't afraid of loneliness; we are afraid of entrusting ourselves to someone who doesn't appreciate us. At certain stages of life, what matters more than mere companionship is the feeling of comfortable peace. If a relationship requires you to constantly suppress your needs, pretend everything is fine, and work tirelessly to please someone else just to receive a spark of positive energy, then you are better off alone.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing4 days ago in Poets
Now Love
Now it's a problem Now you want love Now you feel lonely Now you can’t take pride in being alone Now you're praying for it
By L.I.E4 days ago in Poets
Seabirds. Top Story - February 2026.
When I want to remember love, intimate connection, there’s a reinvention occurring in the depths of my mind. Some call it—imagination.
By Natasha Collazo4 days ago in Poets
Spam Calls. Top Story - November 2025.
In the first year I picked up every spam call in hopes it might be you I'd say hello, and if there was any hesitation on the other line I would wait
By Mezmur4 days ago in Poets
When I Was Young
When I Was Young When I was young I laughed without checking the price I walked streets without counting the steps no one watched my hands
By Marie381Uk 4 days ago in Poets
Romantic, But Still Breathing Hope
I fall in love with moments, with quiet smiles, with the way hearts speak when words fall short. They call people like me romantics.
By Salman Writes4 days ago in Poets
Missionary & Moonlight
I claim to want romance, a fellow tall, Moonlit dances, tulips that never fade, Enchanted fairy tales where bodies laid,
By Tina D. Lopez4 days ago in Poets
An Infinite Cosmos
An infinite cosmos is the infamous price For inter-lit jewels behind intimate eyes. Why, oh why, can I not sacrifice? Why-iy am I so damn blind??
By Gabriel Shames4 days ago in Poets
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 365poetry4 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-Amsden4 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 heasb0024 days ago in Poets