Love Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about lost love, heartbreak and relationship problems
Previously covering both the sides of love, this section now focuses on poems about the dark side of love, heartbreak and the hurt caused by lost love. Happy love poetry now finds a home in the "upbeat poems" section. This category is reserved for love poems about troubled friendships and relationships and it's where poets offload emotional pain inflected by (ex) boyfriends, girlfriends, wives, husbands, family and friends. Which all begs the question, what is love anyway? Maybe you'll find out here.
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
Today 1:32am
Today 1:32am
the indelible ephemera of you
I found forever in the ether
called your blue eyes salvation
and pretended we could be God
like we were capable of using
that kind of power for anything other
than mutual self destruction
I've loved you for a lifetime
made stained glassed pictograms of you
and cut my feet on their remains
after I smashed your memory
on the floor
when you traded me for a woman
you found wrapped around
a stripper pole
If I had a dollar for every woman
you wanted more than me
I could shout myself a months ...
called your blue eyes salvation
and pretended we could be God
like we were capable of using
that kind of power for anything other
than mutual self destruction
I've loved you for a lifetime
made stained glassed pictograms of you
and cut my feet on their remains
after I smashed your memory
on the floor
when you traded me for a woman
you found wrapped around
a stripper pole
If I had a dollar for every woman
you wanted more than me
I could shout myself a months ...
#IMissYou
#love
#lover #UnrequitedLove
#lover #UnrequitedLove
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
Today 1:31am
Today 1:31am
Ole Vixen Moon
It's the waning gibbous that I love most
suggesting a great lady in her prime
rising later every night like the ghost
of a lover trapped in echoing time
who furthermore must mount her lonely search
knowing midnight as the gateway to find
the faintest glow of love from her cold perch;
lost men, children, or pets of any kind.
Love boils in her stony, cratered heart,
as she just touches with moonbeams and tides
the distant planet where life is an art
and consistent blessing for grooms and brides.
And poets! Sometimes...
suggesting a great lady in her prime
rising later every night like the ghost
of a lover trapped in echoing time
who furthermore must mount her lonely search
knowing midnight as the gateway to find
the faintest glow of love from her cold perch;
lost men, children, or pets of any kind.
Love boils in her stony, cratered heart,
as she just touches with moonbeams and tides
the distant planet where life is an art
and consistent blessing for grooms and brides.
And poets! Sometimes...
#moon
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4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
Today 00:43am
Today 00:43am
Adjosan
I've never forgotten our Sayonara memories
"How long has it been?" Several dreams ago
now I remember the spark in your eyes like
the coals in the Hibachi as you whispered
my name...アダージョサン, Adājosan
"How long has it been?" Several dreams ago
now I remember the spark in your eyes like
the coals in the Hibachi as you whispered
my name...アダージョサン, Adājosan
#dreams
#love
#memories
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Da_kwesta
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:42pm
Yesterday 6:42pm
The Weight of Leaving
It’s cruel, isn’t it?
Months.. years, maybe—spent stitching yourself whole
with trembling hands,
threading the needle of solitude
through the fabric of your own breaking heart.
You learn the taste of silence,
the weight of empty rooms,
the hum of a life unshared,
and you wear it like armor,
sharp at first, but soon a second skin.
And then they walk in.
Like sunlight through a boarded-up window,
uninvited, blinding,
a warmth you forgot you craved.
You didn't ask for this, a hand to hold,
a face to memorize...
Months.. years, maybe—spent stitching yourself whole
with trembling hands,
threading the needle of solitude
through the fabric of your own breaking heart.
You learn the taste of silence,
the weight of empty rooms,
the hum of a life unshared,
and you wear it like armor,
sharp at first, but soon a second skin.
And then they walk in.
Like sunlight through a boarded-up window,
uninvited, blinding,
a warmth you forgot you craved.
You didn't ask for this, a hand to hold,
a face to memorize...
#emotions
#heartbroken
#loneliness #love
#loneliness #love
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rubyredheart
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:31pm
Yesterday 4:31pm
keep me young at heart
Give me a lover who can laugh.
Bring affection, care, & friendship, yes
Yet know the art of playful silly.
Love me with the depth of serious conversation
Then romp wild & free with my inner child.
Love me when my hair blows messily across my face.
Come, we’ll laugh heartily, sans inhibitions,
at each other’s jokes.
Tussle with and tickle me on the bed
Until our hair and clothes are tousled
Lighted by our widening smiles Then,
pause to hold me tight and close & calm.
Love me when I smile to big, laugh too Ioud, ...
Bring affection, care, & friendship, yes
Yet know the art of playful silly.
Love me with the depth of serious conversation
Then romp wild & free with my inner child.
Love me when my hair blows messily across my face.
Come, we’ll laugh heartily, sans inhibitions,
at each other’s jokes.
Tussle with and tickle me on the bed
Until our hair and clothes are tousled
Lighted by our widening smiles Then,
pause to hold me tight and close & calm.
Love me when I smile to big, laugh too Ioud, ...
#aging
#friendship
#love
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BlkLyrycE
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:14pm
Yesterday 4:14pm
A Sober Man's Heart
A Sober Man’s Heart
“The triangular theory of love holds that love can be understood in terms of three components that together can be viewed as forming the vertices of a triangle. The triangle is used as a metaphor rather than as a strict geometric model. These three components are intimacy, passion, and decision/commitment. Each component manifests a different aspect of love.” – Robert J. Sternberg
I can picture the sun reflecting from off the surface of your skin
The aroma of coconut and vanilla dancing off the miniature hairs that are reemerging from out of...
“The triangular theory of love holds that love can be understood in terms of three components that together can be viewed as forming the vertices of a triangle. The triangle is used as a metaphor rather than as a strict geometric model. These three components are intimacy, passion, and decision/commitment. Each component manifests a different aspect of love.” – Robert J. Sternberg
I can picture the sun reflecting from off the surface of your skin
The aroma of coconut and vanilla dancing off the miniature hairs that are reemerging from out of...
#admiration
#beauty
#honesty
#ILoveYou
#love
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1 Comment
raorrick
Rachel O.
Rachel O.
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:11pm
Yesterday 2:11pm
Turning Cheeks
I tighten my blindfold and pretend to not see
shielding myself with indifference
he pretends to not see my facade
I’ve never seen his face
he keeps it hidden behind the glitter
but it’s made of glass, and it cuts
abandoned too soon
he now walks with three legs
one is always out the door
guilty affections mask his inflictions
I close my eyes tighter
I too fear abandonment
shielding myself with indifference
he pretends to not see my facade
I’ve never seen his face
he keeps it hidden behind the glitter
but it’s made of glass, and it cuts
abandoned too soon
he now walks with three legs
one is always out the door
guilty affections mask his inflictions
I close my eyes tighter
I too fear abandonment
#betrayal
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rubyredheart
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:54am
Yesterday 5:54am
way Home
You are where my dreams go
when looking for a nest
My soul seeks yours in freeing words
when needing peaceful rest
Your heart will always be
The Missing Piece of my own
Though I still hope the “missing” leaves
and we are simply Home
together
Someday
…
until then,
tuck my love & care
in your pocket
and keep me there
Safe
(you’re going in my pocket now;
talk to you soon)
when looking for a nest
My soul seeks yours in freeing words
when needing peaceful rest
Your heart will always be
The Missing Piece of my own
Though I still hope the “missing” leaves
and we are simply Home
together
Someday
…
until then,
tuck my love & care
in your pocket
and keep me there
Safe
(you’re going in my pocket now;
talk to you soon)
#ILoveYou
#IMissYou
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Poetblue
Poeblue
Poeblue
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:26am
Yesterday 1:26am
The Signs of Being in Love
When eyes constantly meet—connected like a circle with no end,
You can’t help but fall deeper with every breath, as if it were your last.
Smiling to yourself, memories fresh in your mind:
The touch… the kiss… the feelings in sync, heart pounding so fast.
When will I see you again? Your mind and heart wage a battle,
Struggling for the words to express,
Words that flee your mouth like butterflies escaping unwanted hands.
Lying in bed, tossing and turning, eyes slowly close,
And your image appears, as though you never left.
When Cupid...
You can’t help but fall deeper with every breath, as if it were your last.
Smiling to yourself, memories fresh in your mind:
The touch… the kiss… the feelings in sync, heart pounding so fast.
When will I see you again? Your mind and heart wage a battle,
Struggling for the words to express,
Words that flee your mouth like butterflies escaping unwanted hands.
Lying in bed, tossing and turning, eyes slowly close,
And your image appears, as though you never left.
When Cupid...
#FallingInLove
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 4:39pm
12th Jan 2025 4:39pm
Mm.. Once Upon A Time
Feeling The Blending Of His Esoteric Soul
Boston, Massachusetts
Based On True Events
South End
There is nothing more mental cleansing than being invited to a white party
Everyone garbed within the reality of purging their philosophical ambience
Attuning the foundation of their fundamental and core values
Uplifting the communion of the sacred nebula of self to the spirits of the cosmic Gods
Glancing around, witnessing cultures and various nationalities, blending in essence
A unity of mentalities who...
Boston, Massachusetts
Based On True Events
South End
There is nothing more mental cleansing than being invited to a white party
Everyone garbed within the reality of purging their philosophical ambience
Attuning the foundation of their fundamental and core values
Uplifting the communion of the sacred nebula of self to the spirits of the cosmic Gods
Glancing around, witnessing cultures and various nationalities, blending in essence
A unity of mentalities who...
#mythology
#passion
#travel
#water
#rebirth
133 reads
1 Comment
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 4:04pm
12th Jan 2025 4:04pm
Shattered Love
You told me that you loved me...
...you gave me everything...
...so much - that it was too much!
I clutched the material things...
...wonderful memories...
...unbelievable feelings...
and the years of safety - so tightly!
I wanted it to be real.
But it was unbelievable...
...it wasn't what I had ever had...
...or ever known - I hesitated!
I tried to return feelings...
...but I hurt us both -
trying too hard to hold on to me...
and be what you deserved.
The weight of my past...
...piled too...
...you gave me everything...
...so much - that it was too much!
I clutched the material things...
...wonderful memories...
...unbelievable feelings...
and the years of safety - so tightly!
I wanted it to be real.
But it was unbelievable...
...it wasn't what I had ever had...
...or ever known - I hesitated!
I tried to return feelings...
...but I hurt us both -
trying too hard to hold on to me...
and be what you deserved.
The weight of my past...
...piled too...
#breakup
#love
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adagio
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 3:22pm
12th Jan 2025 3:22pm
Red Thorn of Gold
In crimson red thorn of gold
of petals soft and old
shadows dance
enchanted by grace
time cannot erase
lost within a dream
echoing memories of past
fading fast
shadows wrap in silken lace
so tender and clear
of my love held dear
in every grail thorn, I knew
as it wilts
a ghost begins to rise
body of rose cloaked inside
.
of petals soft and old
shadows dance
enchanted by grace
time cannot erase
lost within a dream
echoing memories of past
fading fast
shadows wrap in silken lace
so tender and clear
of my love held dear
in every grail thorn, I knew
as it wilts
a ghost begins to rise
body of rose cloaked inside
.
#love
#memories
#philosophical #spiritual
#philosophical #spiritual
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