Love Couplet Poems | Examples
These Love Couplet poems are examples of Couplet poems about Love. These are the best examples of Couplet Love poems written by international poets.
As the leaf of life sleeps upon my lips,
It's as if I've returned from a faraway trip.
It's unfortunate that her sleep won't last;
That her reclining will rapidly pass.
She is the Autumn Season of my life
She's the seasoning that is 'just right.
She would love to linger longer or even stay.
Lord, let her return to visit, I sincerely pray.
She calms my spirit and cools my fiery tongue;
Relakes me, assuring me that I'm not alone.
When the soul-stars dream and die,
Will you be with me when I hurt and cry?
Leaf of life, may there be replacement for you,
If ever for any reason you and I are through.
For now, I'm pleased to have you so near.
The feel of you and the gentle wind is so dear.
Amidst the rocks on the edge of the land
Casting its light, a faithful friend stands.
Low in the shadows of the crests and troughs
Lies hidden danger when seas are rough.
But this lighthouse spreads it's loyal beam
To alert captains to what can't be seen...
A metaphor for a friend like you
Who generously lights up those around her too
Who shares her light of joy and love;
The darkest shadows you rise above.
Thank you for reaching out your hand
Like the faithful guardian sheds its light from the land.
I know Nothing, and I know it well;
and that ensures that my head doesn't swell.
Nothing is nothing to gripe about;
suppressing any desire to shout.
Nothing is the stuff of sleepless nights;
it's like a deer caught in the headlights.
Nothing has no heft or feel to it:
the legacy of a hypocrite.
Nothing, sometimes, is all you have left;
loss of innocence is a slow theft.
Nothing isn't easily washed away;
even by the tears wept every day.
Nothing is frightening to confront;
like an empty gesture, or affront.
Nothing can obscure your path to love;
it forces your heart to rise above.
there are some who’ve seen but say they’ve not felt ~
bereft of love, light and bliss, what is left
(thank you)
My heart bleeds red, my soul craves love,
To soar like an eagle or fly like a dove.
Nothing much matters in these earthly bounds;
Not the rust, nor the gold, nor the wealth that surrounds.
I put on the paper with pen and with ink,
The words of the heart we most often think.
For the gold is the sky, freedom is bird,
Life is the blue, and the stories unheard.
— Deb
As I walk the crisp autumn trail,
the birds in the fading trees wail.
Love the red, gold and brown falling,
and the russet and amber crawling.
A scent of wood smoke brings me peace,
as south fly our beloved Canada geese.
There is beauty in this crumbling,
the decay and autumn's grumbling.
I adore the still solitude,
autumn's breath in the forest hued.
I am in quiet reflection,
and feel God's divine perfection.
Some see beauty in machines on wheels
souped-up sports cars, the ‘real deal’
Others find it deep in forest’s quietude
pouring forth their gratitude
Some envision a world of nations at peace
wars to cease, love increase
Some find it in flawless skin and flowing hair
saints tap into souls, profundity to share
the love we once shared, was by our friend erased ~
ego suffers but our Self remains unfazed
Two faint stars meet at the edge of night,
Sharing one moment in the hush of twilight.
They cannot contend with the rising Sun,
Nor ask the morning what they have begun.
So they shelter together beneath each other's umbrella,
Sharing a glance, a chance, to write their brief novella.
onset of angst, anguish and dread ~
means we’re not by love and light led
Soggy Doritos
I like soggy Doritos, I will not lie,
For in a taco salad, they're the apple of my eye.
I like them fresh out of the bag, as perfect as it seems,
But in a taco salad, the soggy chip is queen.
I slather on the sour cream and hot sauce just to boot,
Sending both my waistline and my blood count through the roof!
I've been known to devour a whole bag in a day,
Till my checking account is empty and I'm walking with a sway.
I love the tangy chip, I surely do,
Either from the bag or in a bowl. With a Mountain Dew.
But by far, the very best of the chip,
Is in a taco salad so soggy you can't dip.
Father Time, depicted as ‘the Grim Reaper’
House of Horrors gatekeeper
Holding a scythe, ready to strike
Where's ‘Papa,’ who loved me as a tyke?
~ When Playing 'The Game of Love' ~
Let not defeat upon defeat serve as dissuasion
~ One victory changes the whole equation
Learn to live with adjustments,
Or quietly demise in discouragements.
Learn to accept some things and move on,
Or complain continually and die alone.
Learn, live, and love in hope of eternal life.
Reject a life filled with debate and strife.
There was one who mused of living too long.
He was sad because his money was gone.
The value of life is not predicated by money,
Nor whether the skies are cloudy or sunny.
At the end of the day, when you've had your say,
Will the world around you be sunny or grey?
The room glows in shades of electric blue
as do the faces of the aging two;
both faces mirrored in a tiny screen
alone together lost in some routine.
Each one scrolling, sometimes a finger tap
upon the smart-pads resting in their lap
They sit so close yet seem so far apart;
is this what’s left when love has lost its heart?
One reads, then both exchange a glance of cheer.
Yes, they're good; neither one of us can hear.