love poems

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

Your Heart Made Of Gold Is The Look My Eyes Can Always Handle
In this inhibition full of minimal grandeur, your heart made of gold is the look my eyes can always handle. Tangible things never do me the best, but when you touched my heart, I became truly blessed. My shelved life was no longer a burden; I started to look out more. I'm ready for your love to out pour.
By Arlo Wysee2 minutes ago in Poets
The Singer Who Could Not Sing On Stage
The Singer Who Could Not Step Forward She held the weight of hidden sound, a voice that lived beneath her breath, it stirred within her quiet chest,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 2 hours ago in Poets
The Best Dog In The World, Sheeba
The Best Dog In The World, Sheeba Sheeba, wrapped in black and white, a steady pulse, a grounded soul, you walked beside my teenage years,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 3 hours ago in Poets
Doubt
i catch my breath when i'm thinking about you a deep hollow hole that your memory consumes letting you go as my love you breeze
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout 3 hours ago in Poets
Falling
I don’t have to jump out of airplanes. This freefall through the cosmos hasn’t landed me yet, though I’ve crashed all the way
By Harper Lewisabout 3 hours ago in Poets
Unexpected Weather
rain surprises us laughter echoes with each drop our love fills puddles
By Tina D. Lopezabout 5 hours ago in Poets
I Know Am Losing You
I Know Am Losing You I felt it before I understood it, that small shift, that distance that cannot be measured but can be felt in everything.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 5 hours ago in Poets
I'm Going To Share A True Story
Every person has a PANIC button - say AMEN !? Every person wants to feel safe - say AMEN !? How did you have problems - say AMEN !?
By 365poetryabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Where I've Never Been Before
tapestries and memories scattered emotions line the floor letting go and losing things where faith and sorrow go to war funny how in seconds flat
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout 6 hours ago in Poets
Undertow
You hold me where the water turns Black around the knees— not the crash, not the crest, but just underneath. Where every step is stolen ground,
By SUEDE the poetabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Dry-Foot "Boy" – Miss Lou Poem
***** Excerpt adapted from a famous "Jamaican" poet (you should know her - you should) -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By 365poetryabout 8 hours ago in Poets
sweet potato shaped void
we gleefully discussed your homeland's horror stories you loved them for tradition, I loved them since they're novel. But no discussion prepped me
By M.about 8 hours ago in Poets