Love Anniversary Poems | Examples
These Love Anniversary poems are examples of Anniversary poems about Love. These are the best examples of Anniversary Love poems written by international poets.
I wanted to write you a
love poem. Then thought,
most love poems nauseatingly
lame. Recycled beautiful,
luscious, adorably cookie-cutter all
the same. Not singular, as Hollywood
Gable and Lombard! More like,
Hallmark~ just fill in the name.
With that in mind, I bought you
a rose, that will wither and die…
on the front seat of a new Alfa
Romeo, to continue park with me
or freely fly. Happy Anniversary.
’Tis the season for lovers,
for cuddles and cheer,
for stealing the blankets—
yes, every dang year.
For matching pajamas
you swore you’d never wear,
yet here you are posing
with reindeer ears in your hair.
It’s the season of cocoa,
of sweet mistletoe kisses,
of “I love you so much”…
and unfinished to-do lists.
It’s the season of holding
onto each other tight—
even when someone
snores like a bear all night.
But somehow it’s magic,
the way love always is:
the laughter, the chaos,
the moments you don’t miss.
So here’s to the lovers—
perfectly imperfect together—
making joy out of December,
and making love last forever.
Congrats to Americans, you have been through such a journey, from the start of the revolution to today.
They tried to enslave you with tax debt and many other ways, seen and unseen ways to make you pay.
Congratulations Americans, we are almost at our 250-year anniversary, making us take time to reflect and give thanks to our God, who helped us every step of our way.
Congratulations Americans, for always being there, for helping built and amazing place to live.
Congratulations Americans, for all who fought, gave their lives and all they had to make it a country of freedom that we know and love today.
Congratulations Americans, for the continued love and protection and fight that you give today and every moment that you spent working for the good of all that live in America today.
Congratulations Americans, for our upcoming birthday of 250 years of love, bliss, strength, cooperation, lessons, and more not mentioned.
Thank you God, praying today and always.
Planet X
When a devastated Earth fell silent
and lifeless, the Earth had time to heal itself
When beings from another solar system landed
The land looked green and pleasant
Initially, the beings' plan was to land on Mars
Ten million people lived there now; they were
A copy of its founder, simply called X.
The monetary system was odd, people said to
each other if you say you love me, I will give you
ten thousand X dollar
Since everyone agreed, yes, they did love their
clone, money changed hands, the currency
circulated and kept the finances afloat
The beings that landed on Earth thought that
No one had lived there before
But when digging in the soil, strange objects
were found, and the wise said, maybe a race had lived
Before we came.
The first time that I saw your smiling face
My heart was caught and could not look away
Your laughter lit the room with gentle grace
And in that glow my soul was meant to stay
Though years have passed your joy still lights my way
And when we touch I fall as once before
Each warm embrace makes me love you even more
An requited love is like decked, silvery, unstoppable carnation..
Resounding love dwells in ineffable aroma .. like a timeless aura
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dry ink on yellowed
license—November nineteenth~
their pressed gardenia
still perfumes the cedar box
where Mother enfolded time.
eighty-one springs fade:
the cake, the vows, their laughter—
dust motes tremble
as my thumb traces father’s
smile bleeding through the license.
no ghosts haunt these walls,
only the scent of camphor
and one stubborn thread~
Mother’s lace unraveling
from the hem of forever.
Happy new breaths afresh to start anew
The journey round around calendar's length
Up and down the rows and columns renew
View that bring up mum's delivery joy's strength
How happy moment transformed pain to joy-
At childbirth; expectantly of baby,
Alhamdulilah! Wow! A baby boy,
Whose birth silent doubt's inner voice, maybe.
And light lips' heavy weight waiting turn's twist,
To shout of praise to Allah for both beings,
Having been through death midst life, God resist¡
What turbulent evil atmosphere brings!
Now grown up; hale, hearty and handsome man,
Whose look alone can woo prettiest woman.
Welcoming streets full of wishful souls,
small town feel everywhere you look, whispering pines being gently in the wind, coffee shop full of heartfelt strangers looking for a friend.
This place I call home in my heart, my love of my life grew up here in this town of Wadena. Hardworking folks who look into each others souls for solace, a cup of coffee heartfelt laugh.
No cell phones, social media found here, reminders of the good ol days, kids playing laughing at simple joys in their hearts, no worries of impressing others, corporate clowns, no red carpet parties here..
My heart I leave here each time we part ways, Sunnybrook park my solitude, ducks, eagles, deer meets my eyes, fall foliage blankets the grounds, beauty all around…
My hometown is here, my family is here, place where my stressors melt away, I seek it in my heart whenever my heart is hurting, from being rejected by unhearted unkind souls,Wadena Mn is my home, I feel it and see it in my husbands eyes heart each and every day the past 30 wonderful years, God gave me him to bring a smile and a tear to my eyes, HE knew I needed Jesus in my life, My heart right beside me each and every moments my life.
The Mountain stands eternal beneath the sky,
Witness to stars no eye denies.
Each stone a prayer,each wind a song,
Of love that never dies.
Yout laughter once shattered the clouds of night,
Now returns with morning's sighs.
Though rivers dry and heavens fall,
The soul still learns to rise.
In every echo of earth and stone, I find you-
Pheko,brother of Solly and Matebesi,wise.
Life together so far has been great,
I am your helpmeet, you are my mate!
In passion fierce, two years have gone by,
How much, on each other, we rely!
Life's challenges we've faced with God's grace,
In joy and tears, memories we trace!
May God help us our love song to hum,
Our bond to strengthen in years to come!!
It’s been four years since she grew her wings,
Time softly passed on silent strings.
A loving wife, a loyal friend,
A bond too strong for death to end.
They say time heals a broken heart,
But mine just learned to play the part.
It doesn’t ache the way it did—
It hides behind a hopeful lid.
God had a plan, I understand,
Yet still I reach to hold her hand.
I thank Him for the time we shared,
For all the ways she truly cared.
Though she's not here in form or face,
Her spirit fills the empty space.
The lessons come, her voice still near,
In dreams, in signs, she’s always here.
From Dukes of Hazzard, racing fast,
To Supernatural’s haunted past,?We laughed, we cried, we made our way,
Through every show and every day.
Crystals, chakras—oh, she tried,
With open heart and arms spread wide.
She spun my world, yet kept me still,
With steady love, unshaken will.
Though gone in body, not in soul,
She lives in me, she keeps me whole.
“Not forgotten"—true, you know,
My heart will always let it show.
So four years on, and still she sings,
In whispers, dreams, and angel wings.
And while I walk this path alone,
She is the light that leads me home.
In heaven's realm, where stars do gleam,
A message I send, a tender dream,
To my dear child, taken too soon,
A daughter beloved, bathed in moon.
Thirteen years have passed, yet it feels like yesterday,
When I held you, just ten hours, in my arms, in dismay.
The pain of losing you, a fresh wound,
A mother's love, forever bloomed.
I imagine you, in heaven's embrace,
Free from pain, free from any trace,
Of the suffering that took you away,
Leaving me here, in sorrow to stay.
But I know, my dear, you're in a better place,
Surrounded by love, in a boundless space,
Where angels sing and flowers bloom,
And you're safe from all harm and doom.
So, happy birthday, my sweet baby girl,
In heaven's arms, you're a precious pearl.
I'll cherish the memories, of our time so brief,
And hold you, always, in my heart, with belief.
Though the pain never truly fades,
I find solace in the love I've made,
With your memory, forever intertwined,
In my heart, you'll forever shine.
So, happy birthday, my dear,
In heaven, your spirit is clear.
I'll see you again, in God's embrace,
And hold you, forever, in this sacred space.
Written on the 14/04/2025
Everything You Ever Loved Will Die Like It Was never There To Begin With. This is what was gifted to us at birth. That and we all get to die to someday. What the is this? Why? No one will remember me after six months. I need to be immortal.
Here's the poem.
My parents passed away ten years apart,
and both of them knew I was an alcoholic when they died.
I wish they could see me now—
happy, sober, accomplishing more in months
than I once could in years.
I’m grateful for the strength others lend me every day,
but still, a quiet sadness lingers.
A part of me will always feel I failed them.
Now, in middle age,
I finally have the chance to begin again.
I want to listen—really listen—
to make others feel seen,
to make them glad they took a moment
to share their day with me.
I want to love my brothers and sisters,
to make them feel safe and welcome
in my presence.
These are simple things,
ordinary moments of kindness and connection—
but they’re treasures I never knew
until I got sober.