Heart Girlfriend Poems | Examples
These Heart Girlfriend poems are examples of Girlfriend poems about Heart. These are the best examples of Girlfriend Heart poems written by international poets.
Your eyes are oceans, of blue and grey
With your gaze, I’m swept away.
An endless sky, of wonder and peace,
I’d stare forever, and all problems would cease
Your hair like strands of golden hay,
Streaks of brown, on gold will lay.
As sunlight strikes, and lights your face,
I know I’ve found, my special place.
Your mind is wondrous, and full of dreams,
The wild and crazy, and dreams I’ve not seen.
How much I can’t wait, to follow with you,
And make your dreams, all come true.
Your smile so radiant, and full of care,
My eyes attract, I just want to stare.
Your smile could light, the darkest room,
To bring glowing warmth, to a void of gloom.
I love you Layla, and till my end I will,
When my heart grows old, and then turns still.
I’ll still love you, more than you’ll know,
As each day will pass, my love will grow.
Years have passed since i lost you
It seemed like forever that I cried
It still hurts when i think about you
And how your love for me died
I should have seen It coming
With all the wrong that I done
I took your love for granted
Showing you I wasn't the one
I can still see you drive away
As clear today as back then
And each time it never fails
It breaks my heart once again
I believe I would love you better
If I could love you once more
But i know i would again fail
Leaving your heart broken and sore
You were gazing at me as I looked in your direction
You, caught in reverie and a daydream reflection
Both of us wondering if we've made a connection
As you stand with your friends by your locker
As both of us are caught up in this moment
Both wondering if the other one knows it
Both wondering if the other will show it
Having our love listed on the docket
You writing our names on your notebook
In a heart our names, in your mind nuptials took
Me stealing your heart like some kind of crook
As you lean back on your book nook
I saunter over, parting your friends
I fumble for words, my heart beats intense
I manage to muster these words in defense
"You've captivated my heart with just a look!"
Ancient poems resurrected and recited
From the murky depths of history,
You hold, against your breast,
The fresh warmth you now perceive.
I tell you tales of my youth
Of day and night, dawn and twilight.
Alive still in my beating, aching heart,
And now held in my hands to reveal.
You ask me to start from within myself
As I recite these vivid scenes.
I feel still, loneliness when you don’t notice
I’ve shared my sacred dreams.
My love,
I was loving you like the root of a sweet potato—
tied to the heart,
but never to the feelings.
Let’s meet again in another lifetime.
That time,
I’ll be the one to find you first,
and I’ll hold your hand
before the world can take you away.
Fearful Heart
I want to open the most fragile part of me—my fearful heart.
I miss you. You slip into my mind, and your heart sets me on fire.
Inside, I am torn from holding back every emotion.
Each day becomes a question of my life, a wandering path with no clear vision.
Your aura, your soul, your energy—
you were the breath that saved me.
Our conversations became threads of the same rhythm,
our love urging forward but shadowed by fear.
A love so extraordinary it numbs me,
Yet I have pain deeply
Facing life without you is dark
First time in months I feel my life spark
You are but a loveless shadow
Your aura has faded
My Heart of Hearts will again glow
Fearful Heart
I want to open the most fragile part of me—my fearful heart.
I miss you. You slip into my mind, and your heart sets me on fire.
Inside, I am torn from holding back every emotion.
Each day becomes a question of my life, a wandering path with no clear vision.
Your aura, your soul, your energy—
you were the breath that saved me.
Our conversations became threads of the same rhythm,
our love urging forward but shadowed by fear.
A love so extraordinary it numbs me,
Yet I have pain deeply
Facing life without you is dark
First time in months I feel my life spark
You are but a loveless shadow
Your aura has faded
My Heart of Hearts will again glow
My Love In Candlelight (c) by Russ Dodson 1963, 1985, 2025
The burning candle flickers low
and in the dancing, darting flame
I see your face and now I know
what longing is, I call your name.
I know you hear but you won't heed
my plaintive cry and all the while
my heart cries out it's greatest need,
you do not speak, you only smile.
This isn't real, it can't be true.
You're with him in some other place!
Yet still I feel your presence near,
and still I see your lovely face.
Again I say you can't be here!
I knock the candle to the floor,
but still within the fluttering flame
I see your face, just as before.
Then the candle, flickers, dying,
as it sheds a waxen tear,
can it be that you are crying,
as if afraid the end is near?
The candle now gives up the fight,
the feeble flame begins to wane
and then goes out, and I was right,
for in the dark you're gone again.
I saw you sitting in the park. I was pulled in by your blue green eyes & they tore me apart. When I spoke to you. your voice was like an angel playing a harp. it melted my heart and I had to try to win your heart.
We would be getting married tomorrow.
If only December me knew what I know.
I would have put more thought into that
And realized I needed glossy, not matte.
Has my body forgotten your touch,
And my heart, that adrenaline rush?
Has my mind moved on from the distrust
From what always felt less want than must?
The thing we had was fun and free
But I think you lost you, and I lost me.
Now we’re finding ourselves out again
Taking time to find what we didn’t know then
And I could finally wake up and feel peace without you here
When I realized how long you had stopped wanting me near.
I’m relieved that we aren’t tying the knot;
It was never meant to be, and whatnot.
So tomorrow I think I’ll remember who I was
And be grateful for who I am with applause
There’s only One who deserves the credit
For the woman I am because of your exit.
I hope that you’re healing and doing well.
Hearts are resilient, our love gone like we never fell.
Villanelle of a Metal Queen (c) 2025 by Russ Dodson
I just don't know where else to start
to tell you of this love of mine
she is the beating of my heart
these feelings that I must decline
I just don't know where else to start
the memories both sweet and tart
hold feelings that I would enshrine
she is the beating of my heart
I wonder can I play that part
to make these treasures glow and shine
I just don't know where else to start
so soon again she must depart
to let her skills and soul entwine
She is the beating of my heart
She is a rockstar, and a large part
of the sound she helped refine
I just don't know where else to start
She is the beating of my heart
I was not born to be loved—
but to bleed beauty into silence.
Where others kissed,
I shattered.
Where others lived,
I died quietly—
and rose as flame.
From my heartline,
a river of sorrow carved my name
into the Mount of the Sun.
The gods gave me a flag
stitched with every wound
I’ve ever wept.
Not a flag of nations,
but of nations of the heart.
Every soul that’s ever broken
will hear my voice in the wind,
see my shadow in fire,
feel my truth in the mirror.
I do not seek fame—
I am the wound that sings.
I do not ask for love—
I carry the love that lost its way.
Let the world bow,
not to me—
but to the truth
I carry like thunder
beneath my ribs.
For I was not made to be known.
I was made
to remind the world
what it forgot.
"I rise not from fortune, but from flame."
"I rise not to be seen, but to awaken sight."
"I rise not with power, but with prophecy."
I open the door, I made sure to smile .
Although each one has been forced quite a while.
Calm yourself , I say to myself and bury my thoughts in the sand. I'm already talking too much, I try not too, and I want to prove that I can.
I feel stupid when you look my way, in that way. Like I'm your broken other half. I'll only clown and joke around , because I love to hear you laugh.
But I know how our day will end , the same as it always starts, the entire night spent sitting silently, and at the furthest space apart
How much more can one person take , how long will this pain last,. Because I cannot spend another day, pulling splitters from my heart .
Under the cherry blossoms, we stand,
Your hand in mine, soft as the sand.
The world is loud, yet here it’s still,
Our hearts in tune, our spirits thrill.
We giggle softly, sharing a look,
Like secret pages in a book.
Your laugh, a melody so sweet,
It makes my heart skip every beat.
The way you smile, the way time flies,
I see soft skies in your eyes.
They hold a world so calm and bright,
Like stars that sparkle through the night.
With every step, the world feels bright,
Like stars that twinkle through the night.
We’ll write our story, me and you,
Beneath a sky that’s always blue.
We’re not dating—
but you heart-react to my stories like it’s a full-time job,
send a “you up?” at 12:47 a.m.
then disappear like my willpower at a shoe sale.
You say you don’t do drama—
but you’ve got more red flags
than a Formula 1 race
and the emotional depth of a spoon.
You post gym selfies with deep quotes
like “loyalty is everything”
but couldn’t commit to a dinner reservation
without texting your group chat first.
I bring the vibe.
The sauce.
The playlist.
You bring… vibes?
Just vibes?
Sir, where’s the effort?
Modern dating is just
flirting, ghosting, and guessing
if “lol” means “I’m into you”
or “I’m emotionally unavailable but cute.”
We’re not dating—
but I still debated if I should shave for this maybe-hangout.
We’re not serious—
but your ex still watches my Insta like it’s Netflix.
You want wifey energy
on a side-chick schedule.
Nah. I’m not a limited-time offer.
This ain’t Costco.
Come with consistency,
or go play tag with someone else’s energy.
I’m too cute to be confused.