Appreciation Girlfriend Poems | Examples
These Appreciation Girlfriend poems are examples of Girlfriend poems about Appreciation. These are the best examples of Girlfriend Appreciation poems written by international poets.
Woke on the wrong side —
a restless bed,
skin warm like summer sun,
a stomach twisting softly,
aching with quiet longing.
Trying to taste the day —
flavors fall away,
waiting for evening’s slow light
to open the door again.
Sadness lingers —
a gentle ghost inside,
her voice soft in the silence,
a shadow I hold close.
I reach —
to touch the place
where I feel whole,
hold the gentle hand
that sometimes grows tired —
rolling eyes like waves
that soothe the edges of me.
A Beatles song hums —
when I touch you,
I feel happy inside…
Those words wrap me gently,
a warmth I cannot hide,
even when the world feels too bright.
I tell her —
not for the first time —
that holding hands
is the quietest kind of home.
And though she rolls her eyes,
I know she knows —
because I keep telling her.
Love begins as a whisper, soft and light,
A single spark in the endless night.
But flames don't linger—they rise and soar,
A force unfurling forevermore.
It doubles, it triples, it knows no end,
Beyond all measure it dares transcend.
No wall too high, no chain too tight,
Love breaks the dark, it births the light.
Without its touch, we bend, we break,
A brittle shell that time might take.
But love—love holds, love lifts, love stays,
It builds the soul, it fuels our days.
Not just a feeling, not just a vow,
It multiplies—it bends the now.
Exponential, infinite, wide,
The pulse of the stars, the ocean’s tide.
Let love grow past all confines still,
For love is boundless, love is will.
In an equation of love, exponential yet vast/
Still, it can't contain our bond/
Transcending time and past/
You're the star on my Christmas tree, high and bright/
Guiding my darkness with your divine light/
My heart's flame burn for you, a brilliant spark/
You illuminate my world, removing shadows stark/
Each day with you feels like Valentine's Day/
In your presence, all worries sway/
A soul of darkness, yet to you I confess/
Your love, a beacon, in this heart, you bless/
A celebrity in my life, your fame unparalleled/
In this symphony of love/
Our hearts are coiled and meld/
So here I stand, in awe of your light/
In your glow, everything feels just right/
You will always be my celebrity, shining so true/
A love everlasting, forever I adore you/
In the depths of chaos, you softly appeared,
A beacon of warmth when the darkness neared.
Your touch, a whisper, your gaze, a song,
With you, my love, I’ve found where I belong.
Your beauty transcends the stars in the sky,
A masterpiece crafted by heavens on high.
Your eyes hold worlds where my heart takes flight,
A sanctuary born of your gentle light.
The storm in my soul quiets at your voice,
In your arms, my chaos has no choice.
It bends, it bows, it fades, it stills,
Replaced by the love your presence instills.
Every beat of my heart is a hymn to you,
A rhythm eternal, steady, and true.
Every breath I draw speaks your name,
A wildfire of love, an unending flame.
You are my euphoria, my radiant muse,
The brightest light I could ever choose.
Forever, my darling, my heart is your own,
With you, my soul has found its home.
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From the moment our paths intertwined,
It felt as if the universe sighed in relief,
As though every star had waited patiently,
For your light to cross into my orbit.
In your presence, my heart beats softer,
Not out of weakness, but in reverence,
To the beauty that exists in your smile,
And the kindness you carry so effortlessly.
Your eyes hold a language I am learning,
One of warmth, depth, and wonder.
Each glance pulls me deeper,
Into a world I never knew I craved.
It may be soon to give these words wings,
To name what blooms so fiercely inside me.
But know, with every unspoken syllable,
They linger in the air between us,
Softer than a breath, stronger than a promise.
You hold my heart—
Not as a fragile thing to be handled,
But as the core of who I am,
A gift freely given, without condition,
To the one who makes it beat anew.
If the future is a song yet unwritten,
I hope your melody fills every note.
For now, let these words wrap around you,
A quiet echo of all you mean to me,
And all you will ever mean.
I wanted to sit and write this day
of some feelings I had this morn,
Of the many Sisters I've misjudged
and left all forlorn,
I know that there is greatness
in every sisters life, there are heroes'
in their duties, as a mother and a wife,
For each untold story, faith will I put in its place,
and turn the cheek when confronted,
and begin to set my pace,
A step at a time I'll slowly go and offer in everyway
My deepest love and earned respect,
To those I touch today,
in times when I am not
feeling well and my mood may take a turn,
I will open my book, and read this poem,
a lesson to relearn.
Ah, she’s pure -- but poor
Oy, she’s poor -- but pure
What difference does it really make
If pure you like, then poor you’ll take
Easing the panties down off of a cutie
Provides a good view of her natural beauty
With delicate fabric then out of the way
That play field's clear for that most special play
A stroke and a lick, a tickle and kiss
Will start her along on the way to much bliss
Then she'll look with favor on all of your moves
To head towards getting right into the groove
Unconstrained access to goodies a-plenty
Makes hope spring right up for permissible entry!
And I, The Poor Lost Soul That She Did Gladly Save
Early dawn in the midst of a cool windswept day
I rose to see life and smile, as if her love was new
Air so very fine smells of jasmine and daisy
Beauty and fragrance flows into the bedroom
Life awakes, fantastic miracles are waiting
O' bless are those that inhale and finally see
That man and earth are divided but also as one
Kids riding bicycles wildly across the lawn
Sunny rays gleaming forth onto the patio deck
And why does sweet life and pure love seem so close
As happiness sends feelings of her sand-burnt hair
I walk to the park, her romantic touch awaits.
She that so longs for me to be her willling slave.
And I, the poor lost soul that she did gladly save.
Robert J. Lindley, Jan21st 1977
Sonnet
Kimberly, my pretty brunette
With eyes of wild lynx,
She reassures me, she is a girl from the Bush
She saw snakes
Slip into his bed,
She saw kangaroos
Walk into his living room,
She reassures me, this Bush’s girl,
She’s braver, more virile
May be that the sailors of Saint Malo,
Kimberly, my pretty Brunette,
This girl saw Tasmania,
Nothing surprises her anymore,
Not my books, not my mouth,
Not my travels, not my hands,
She knew everything, the Bush’s girl,
I wouldn’t be afraid to marry her.
The birds sing to the note of her voice
The earth blushes at the smile on her face
The roses blossom at the flow of her beaut
The waves sway at the wriggle of her waist
She's truly the tingling in his heart
A purely desired place is where he's at
A thousand miles isn't enough to walk
A million hurdles isn't enough to work
A battalion of soldiers won't bid me stop
A bevy of pretty ladies won't bid me flop
To get to her to tell her my soul
I love you! I love you! O this I know
Her love is so sweet, so tender, so mild
In the warmth of your embrace, I'll rest like a child
You listen to all my babbling and triggering
Your friendship knows no belittling or conjecturing
You're just simply that special irreplaceable something
My love for you comes with total understanding
I am a warrior by your side waiting for commanding
Your secrets will be buried with me into this earth
This is my solemn promise to you and your worth
You never asked for devotion in our interaction
I never expected your Muse to be an attraction
Small but terrible/looking lovely open shirt/my darling bright wraith
Comforting silence, something about us
I've chosen to love a rainbow of colours.
Eyes communicate what tongues fail to dissect,
soul to soul connections, regardless of our consent.
Bodies make love as they intertwine,
like souls who've met before our time.
Laughter, lively, feeling up the room,
who would have known I could comfortably spoon.
As I watch you take portions of my problems away,
I fall deeper, diving into the well of a clichè.
Time stands still, to witness lips kindle with intention,
manifested is our utmost, unknown invention.
Transparent, thorough, genuine, rare,
I'm honoured to have experienced you, my dear.
~ 'What Fascinates Me', edition~
20 August 2022
'The Meaning of Love' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
He makings of a man terence land
God speak His mighty hands molds him
God His kiss His breath of life
always so graced to unfold
Humanity created embraced by the Father's Heart
And by the Father's arms and.hands
8/19/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2022