Love Imagism Poems | Examples
These Love Imagism poems are examples of Imagism poems about Love. These are the best examples of Imagism Love poems written by international poets.
I built a mirror temple
and worshiped my reflection.
It shattered~
and the shards pointed upward.
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mine lionel
i pennsylvania
hiz
railroad
*pennsylvania railroad use'd
with the astute think ')
One Man
One woman
One foundation
United together
to form
a higher and deeper
unity
a deeper love
we'll create a love
so strong
it will stand the test
of time
will overcome the challenges
of life
and educate the Universe
to what it truly means
to love someone
One Man
One woman
One foundation
United together
to form
a higher and deeper
unity
based on trust
you've got my back
and I have your back
I represent you
and you represent me
One foundation
One Man
One Woman
When the rainbow seen
After a rainfall pouring
With the sun shining
I would look upward
Seeing the colors
Of the rainbow seen
Bright colors shining
looking to to the sky
I ponder the colors
What would they taste like?
I chose my colors
I wanted to taste
My first color could
Be red then yellow
Then I would choose white
Picking one color
It would be red
It tastes like cherries
Yellow taste like lemon pie
i love these flavours
Of the rainbow picked
Then blue for blueberries
Then white for mint
I enjoyed these taste
What color would you pick?
What would it taste like?
Lost Connection
On the heels of his glance
a wave of his eyes holds her moon
her carriage of white horses drawn
under the black blouse of the night
a lonely hat curtains her stage
the yellow blossoms yearn for a home
two ships pass in the passion of the night
divided by fog and loss of serendipity
tall buildings and shops stand alone
the heart of the city is untouched
Connie Pachecho
10/21/25
Note a take on a past contest prompt. I read all of the entries, notes, and examples, and was fascinated.
Love glows brighter than Full moon
Past an admiring whistle and a cat call,
she walks elegant standing tall,
night lamps dazzle the rain wet street,
the moon stays bright feeling upbeat,
the glow of love on her face is evident,
her countenance, brighter more radiant,
bouquet in hand he gave her with a kiss
the joys of love that bring inner bliss,
he had asked on one knee, and a caress,
.. and she with a smile had said ‘Yes!’
Swagger of sophistication,
her scent endures pleasure air
Way her style carries in light
or perhaps beauty I'm captured
Water drips the brim, I pause;
as if my breath she's taken
Where is such love persist my heart flutter
I am man, surely she love my handsomeness
He thinks to himself,
as the water splatters her heals
She's gone, how I ever capture heart she stole
My silence lost to perception I feel I am not worthy
Drenched in pouring rain
With no parasol, but just a frilled hat
To cover her head,
With a bouquet of delicate golden blooms
Clasped firmly in hands, in the dusk
She waded through the rain swept avenue,
Her heart thumping in anticipation.
But he brushed past her, indifferent.
The moon stood behind,
Teasing her on her squashed romance.
Her eyes were not made
To speak ambiguously
They linger from here hence
Like raspberry and lavender
On my phrenic palate
My head was not made
To be prepared for this moment
The songster prophesied
That I will never be with her
But I'm agnostic
The streets were wet, from mist or rain
When they met each other, on Lover's Lane
Walking casually through Market Square
With her with her flamboyant attire and long brown hair
A gentleman, had caught her eye
And he made her smile, as he walked on by
The fire was lit, the timing was right
It sparked their love, on a moonlit night
The Ambience Tells It All
The full moon rising slowly above the horizon;
The light from the lampposts in the street
Appear misty in the rain that comes as an evening guest!
The passers-by returning home after the day’s work;
Carrying headaches and fatigue with them under hats,
Wearing raincoats, as aliens act as if they all are strangers!
To the girl with the bouquet, drenched in love,
The reflections of the light like mirages under her feet,
The twilight, the wild cries of the birds going helter-skelter
Appear to be the harbingers of bad omens!
His once smooth, light, tender hands
Now callused, rough and worn.
The veins that once were hidden now
Protrude as purple strands.
Baby skin, now savage wounds
Display how much they’ve aged
And scars with skin worn thin
Leave no beauty left to swoon.
Oh, the stories in his hands
Through years of serving show
How toil, work and suffering
Are engraved in wrinkled spans.
They are the final testament
Where blood once flowed
Whence seed was sown
And piercing oh so evident.
Beyond the seen are other scenes
Unseen by broken hands.
Hands that healed the ones he loved
At his expense, repaid all liens.
Born acquainted with grief and loss
He willingly gave his all.
Driven by love for all mankind
Left His hands upon a cross.
her son
ambushed
mom
with kindness
embracing
obedience
A cat looks outside
There are squirrels to see
Then she spots a cat
Sitting on the deck
He starts to meow
Louder to be heard
They paw each other
At the glass doorway
Then they start to chat
This happens often
The man opens door
The cat comes inside
Goes to the female
Near her he lays down
He never leaves here
She is contented
They found their soulmates
Happy together
Crimson lips touch in the rose bed
Sweet scents burst into a whirlwind
Wafting winds twirl leaves in a dance
Hand in hand, step by step, holding time
Sunshine lights the old wooden trellis
An arch of memories wait for more vows
Another pure, simple, wedding in the garden
Never to be forgotten, as eternity blooms
Heidi Sands
1/21/24
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