Couplet Love Poems | Examples

These Couplet Love poems are examples of Love poems about Couplet. These are the best examples of Love Couplet poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberThought of the day

there are some who’ve seen but say they’ve not felt ~
bereft of love, light and bliss, what is left


Premium MemberWhere is Beauty

  
	        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

Premium MemberThought of the day

the love we once shared, was by our friend erased ~
ego suffers but our Self remains unfazed

Premium MemberGemini at Dawn

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.

Premium MemberThought of the day

onset of angst, anguish and dread ~
means we’re not by love and light led


Premium MemberSoggy Doritos

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.

Premium MemberWhere's 'Papa'

      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?

Premium MemberWhen Playing 'The Game of Love'

              ~ When Playing 'The Game of Love' ~

	
          Let not defeat upon defeat serve as dissuasion

            ~ One victory changes the whole equation

Premium MemberThought of the day

imaginary scripts in mind conjured ~
of them how many have with love concurred

Premium MemberThought of the day

fears to rest laid, in love and light we wade ~
assigning no grade to bliss readymade

Premium MemberDeeply She Blushed


                Lowering her eyes, deeply she blushed
                   Perhaps my stare a bit too rushed

                Turned her pretty shoulder away from me
                   Left no doubt of what would be

Premium MemberThought of the day

as a character in life’s dream ~
why not ride atop love’s moonbeam

Premium MemberThe Depot

The Depot

The morning sun begins to peek,
my shaking knees are feeling weak.
With heavy baggage in my hand,
it takes my strength to simply stand.
I am so numb the silence roars,
I have survived my endless wars.

Gazing at the train platform
remnants of the passing storm.
The grass glistens in the breaking sun
oblivious to the battle won.

Crowds disperse, the platform clears,
the whistle echoes in my ears.
To be alone at last, I breathe,
I'm taking in the autumn breeze.

My first steps forward, timid ones,
the light of day finally comes.
For I'm unsure what lies ahead,
will they love me now, wish me dead.

It matters none from here on in,
I fought the war, I fought the sin.
My body's weak but I am home,
my weary soul will cease to roam.

Debra

Premium MemberUnder a full moon

A whisper, a mere breath ~
tenderness in its many forms.



AP: Honorable Mention 2026

Premium MemberWrapping a Little Terrorist in Love


              Long before he donned the garb of terror
                  in his twisted mind, ‘no error’
               
              He lay in swaddling clothes in his loving mother’s arms
                  a purveyor of charm ~ tender ~ incapable of harm

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