Love Comparison Poems | Examples
These Love Comparison poems are examples of Comparison poems about Love. These are the best examples of Comparison Love poems written by international poets.
Love is a corpse,
a slab on table and a checklist of finds,
6’ 2’’, rich, educated, white, slim,
a post-mortem on a body still fresh
Love is a casino,
a gamble in bright lights,
a bargaining of chips falling where they may,
an under-table sleight of hand
Love is a firework,
a hallucinogenic bonfire blaze
that spirals and swirls with a forever
waiting, a waiting for the bang, the explosion,
the sizzle from cosmos down to earth
Love is a house
with a cupboard for stale secrets
and a creak in an old spine staircase,
flagging passion hung out to dry above
yellow grass in need of water, can rusted
Love is silence is shout is cry is shake
is laugh is let down is let up
is cloud is volcano is dormant is erupt
is triumph is disaster is trust is tryst
I know making you less perfect
won’t make me any better
yet I can’t help it
I fabricate your flaws in my head
as if it would make my own disappear
almost as if ruining you
made me any better
…
almost as if making you imperfect
made me as perfect as you
—maybe I should learn to love my flaws instead of obsessing over yours
Son of Man, pause before judgment's seat,
Lest haste consume your soul's retreat.
Do what's right, yet don't waste precious time,
For pleasing all is a futile rhyme.
In seeking validation, you may lose your way,
And those you please will mock you on your final day.
Marry with wisdom, don't borrow to impress,
For pleasing others can lead to financial distress.
You can't please all, not even those you love,
Do little things that bring joy from above.
Take care of yourself, find happiness true,
For in your joy, others will find joy anew.
Beware of three: the young, the old, the weak,
For lies can bind you, and freedom you may seek.
Heed this advice, a treasure rare and true,
Worth more than gold, and wisdom shining through.
All my dreams of you are sweet
With no one else do you compete
You stand alone I here declare
With no one else do you compare
We'll write our songs both night and day
With no one else I'd rather play
I want to visit Lake Annecy
With no one else, just you and me
A rustic cabin in the woods
With no one else, you pick the books
A private beachfront getaway
With no one else, let's leave today
A flute of frosty Veuve Clicquot
With no one else but you, you know?
A fluffy quilt, soft satin sheets
With no one else, just us beneath
My favorite comfy, cozy chair
With no one else, just us in there
These and more with only you
With no one else I'd want to do
Shall I liken thee to a sunrise?
Thou art the sunrise of a fall morning's glow.
Thou art the oaken breeze that bids you "hello."
Shall this describe to what I liken thee? No.
Shall I liken thee to a sunset?
Thou art a gold sunset, from the hills only seen,
To orange ribbon atop the city's crystal beam,
Reflecting heavenly diamonds, infinite gleam.
But no, this shall not be to what I liken thee.
For words fail to describe what thou meanest to me.
Angels and brides do come in white.
All things beautiful, light and bright.
Demons and witches prefer black,
evil ways and means to attack.
White, pure, inspiring, eternal love,
gift of peace, freedom, and turtle dove.
Black signifies ever cold darkness
spreading in the heart unchaste blackness.
Pretty seven colours add up to white.
Black has powers that take away the light.
White and black, colours contrast in nature
bringing out emotions that birth, nurture.
Black, the preferred choice of people in power,
dressing in black suit, shoes, case, car, all over.
Black is so tempting just as all bad things are,
White is regal virgin canvas above par.
Character is ever etched not in black and white,
are dubious shades of grey that are seldom slight.
Colours have character, beware the type of light,
that shines upon them to help us wear what is right.
Your laughter flows like red wine,
drunk on love now you’re mine.
Stories splash and stain my jeans,
at last, I know what love means.
Uncork my secrets and past,
somehow, I know this will last.
The taste lingers when you go,
a scent for us, not for show.
Like fine wine,
She's an acquired taste.
Some will like her,
Others will not.
They can take her
In small sized portions,
Samples,
Or one sip at a time.
Not a full glass,
And never in one go.
She may be
What they want at first,
But so time will move
And while wine
Goes better with time,
She is decidedly not
Or so they will say
As they grow tired of her.
She is no longer for their palate,
Their taste, liking, or desire.
She is not what they long for,
At least not any more.
Not the way she was before.
She is an acquired taste,
She is not for everyone,
But maybe she is for someone.
Sea, my sea,
I realize when
you made yourself
cold ocean,
my love that was
Titanic passenger,
it was strong, but
was shipwrecked,
it was on board
in this agony...!
That old knot is loosening, unspooling like a camera reel - it rolls away
along floors revealing snapshots of you, developing me. Those frayed
wires and split hairs, the roads once forked, are starting to merge.
Somehow my plain palette is mixing anew with tie-dye swirls and splashes
of violet. Droplets of blue and burning sunset reds brighten my easel.
I exhale now, with you.
With you, my inside is out.
My body makes new shapes with you.
With you, youthful songs grow a new nostalgia.
My ball of string, the twine once wrapped and noosed within,
is dangling
in a breeze
lightly dancing.
And all this because you held my hand.
We are like Mark and C,
Words are tactile in our place,
A space where silence doesn't roar.
Eros has his home in here,
The world speak highly of our lore.
We took time to unwind,
We're the introverted kinds.
Mutualism is the word I'd use,
To describe the state of our minds.
We are similar than it seems.
when the light is off
the moth is lost
so it is with love
and human hearts
Desert dry living phoenix mythology bird lives 500 years
Colorful like Raggiana bird of paradise brilliant red plumage;
Fire makes ashes for a moment phoenix later rises
Renewed from its ashes in bright colorful splendor.
Desert holds Phoenix city hot Arizona and quail,
Quotidian everyday walk to work cheered with sun;
Somewhere phoenix person excellence model of perfection
Rests in hearts of millions of people radiating love and beauty in their souls.
Phoenix Islands bask in Pacific Ocean sun north of Samoa
Eight islands provide amount for awakening of life in
Summer Phoenix constellation stars Southern Hemisphere;
My Girl brings sunshine on any day and a cloudy day.
Parallel life of good example hero living sought, liked
Sun shall no more go down everlasting light to
Give unto them beauty for ashes bright and colorful
Life recurring daily together, eternal life of joy smile and happiness.
An oil spill covers our beach
words and sludge under foot.
Stones, pebbles blackened with rumour,
the memories you drowned.
Words and sludge under foot
dragging me under back into
the memories you drowned -
when I still find you in my pockets,
dragging me under back into
this stopped clock, this residue
when I still find you in my pockets -
a wrapper, a receipt of somewhere we’ll never return.
This stopped clock, this residue -
but your scent left years ago, a fair-weather perfume unlike
a wrapper, a receipt of somewhere we’ll never return
which leaves me holding a blank map, searching for invisible clues.
A parent is a shotgun
protecting households and acres,
it turns on enemies without question, a trigger pulled at foul friend.
A parent is a cloud
craning neck from afar -
revealing sun to enlighten, then rain to dampen mood but nourish, replenish.
A father is a road
with heart shaped lines marking countryside,
lanes crossing a patchwork of grass and tarmac, hair and skin – aged.
A mother is a sheet
swaddling each babe in white, in cotton clean -
a chrysalis warming the child til spring, til wings spread.
A parent is a clock
tracing the ticks of blood and bond,
tracking the tocks of kin reborn;
the line continuous