Free Verse Love Poems | Examples
These Free Verse Love poems are examples of poetry about Free Verse Love. These are the best examples of Love Free Verse poems written by international poets.
"You know I can be found"
Without you, everything is gray and scarce
"Don't be cruel to a heart that's true"
My loss is quiet in the dusk
"If you can't come around,
at least please telephone"
Words can't describe how much I adore you
"Don't be cruel to a heart that's true"
"Let's walk up to the preacher
and let us say I do"
it will gain me feel whole and complete
Do I sound crazy? I probably do
Mon amour, I'm moved to tears
"I really love you baby, cross my heart"
i watch you cross the courtyard
each stride encompasses my full attention
hair that flows below the shoulders
a brunette with a tinge of amber
as the sun dances in each strand
closing in, my smile emerges
a reciprocal one graces existence
an extended hand lands in mine
soon i am enveloped in a brunette euphoria
lips lightly nascent of much more to come
lunch and then retreat into afternoon delights
who can deny the ecstasy when we disappear
into a moment when the world vanishes
has lost us in an ephemeral existence
that breathes in eternity
where the eagles fly forever free
mid-air acrobats, lifelong bonding
an afternoon in aerial bliss, nesting
birds of a feather
Oregon 10/8/26
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees
Pablo Neruda
you lie in other worlds, asleep
a path that calls you deeper within
here am i the living angel
guarding you every step
as you slip ever deeper
i adhere to your serenity
before i must join you
brushing aside tresses supreme
my lips arrive as graceful doves
upon the brow, strolling onto cheeks
nestling into the neck
secure as a cat upon a lap
my ear now resting in the cadence
of your heart's purr, my heavenly thrum
where two hearts ardent in one
leave on gondolas o'er Mnemosyne
until the dawn chorus in the risin sun
doves, robins, sparrows and i
linger in the joy of the new day
where i patiently await
as the radiance adores my restraint
the first smile as eyes open
therein a mirror of who never left
i softly whisper, may i kiss the bride
Oregon 10/8/26
I look at my hands, so small and slight,
just one face in a crowded, rushing room.
I am a quiet footprint in the dust,
easily swept away,
a brief, passing second
in someone else's busy day.
Sometimes I feel like a flickering match—
so easy to blow out, so simple to miss.
But inside this fragile, quiet frame,
my heart is a heavy, wide-open door.
It keeps a fire burning through the night
just in case you need a place to warm your hands.
It is a shelter with room for everything you carry,
a small chest holding an entire ocean
of endless, unconditional care.
I am so tiny,
yet I have enough space inside me to love you forever.
I really only know
the surface of seasons:
the green and bloom,
colorful brittle,
and blanket death --
While science
informs me, of
soil fitness, to nourish
beneath and trim above --
I am yet not
entirely convinced
as to the longevity
of love? Should I believe
more the prophets and
priests or the lawyers and
judges? She was no help.
When you love someone
And things don’t seem
As perfect as they used to
When you first met
When nagging doubts appear
For the first time and
Then again for the second
When do you say
When is Enough?
When you love someone
And the criticism starts
But said with a smile
On their face, but no warmth
Or they don’t like how
You wear your hair,
Or your clothes,
Or when lies start
When is the right time
To choose you?
The question remains
How many times do we hurt
How many times
Do we defend them
Before we decide
When is it enough……..
I see you on an island
languishing under the sun
as the zephyrs dance in the palms
a ballet in the birds of paradise
plumeria and hibiscus tarry therein
parrots adorning your existence
colors shaming rainbows' end
where the pot of gold you are
now you understand the look i wear
coming home and entering the door
you draped upon the couch
the paradise i stumbled into
the sailor washed ashore
home from lost at sea
Crusoe's lot in life
an island, you languishing in the sun
excessive doting perhaps
depends how you rate kitchens, boudoirs
and editors, talent demands devotion
Oregon 10/7/26
for me there lies,
Within the lights and shadows of your eyes,
The only beauty that is never old.
Andrew Marvel
*Another poem dedicated to my dog Einstein:
He sleeps on my legs and protects me
He wakes up happy, wagging his tail
He prances along on our walks outside
He gets excited if I dance or laugh
He comes to me spontaneously with kisses
He is smart and a graduate of classes
He's in tune to everything around him
He is sensitive and very focused
He loves to play fetch with his toys
He never leaves my sight, loves me day to night
He speaks when he knows who is on the phone
He guards my home every day start to finish
His love is abundant, he makes people smile
I couldn't ask for more; my dog, my companion, my child!
Heidi Sands
10/6/26
(C)opyright
I am …
a withered leaf -
the breath
of your indifference
tossing - like every other …
we sit on sand
shoulders pressed like
sinners
yet from the chill
not familiarity …
this place, once solemn -
once our vessel
has long since betrayed us
its moon
beams no magic
the breaks, sing not
tarnished doubloons rust
the wave tops
and the tree of love I
have wilted from
aches in vain to see
you look at me
the way you gaze
upon …
the sea.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
In dreaming you come to me
And we kiss
And although three and a half decades
Have passed now since we last did
And you have now passed as well
As have any memory of kissing you then
In the moment our lips meet
Mine receptive, yours strongly intensional
I remember you clearly
As if no time has passed between us
As if your kiss carries your essence
And always has
And in that moment of remembering
I think I will always know you
Know your heart, and the love
Of all that is better left unsaid.
(10/5/26)
My Wife is a Butterfly
Her life is for giving.
In order to keep the peace,
I had to be forgiving.
She drifts through life with gentle grace,
Her spirit always striving.
And when the winds of trouble blow,
Our love keeps us surviving.
She stays up way past midnight,
just checking on your breathing.
She keeps your terrible drawings
taped up like priceless art.
She lets you spill your mess,
your worries, your endless questions,
and somehow makes room for all of it in her small, tired heart.
She’s the one who holds you
when the world feels far too big,
the one who roots for you when nobody else shows up.
Even when you walk away to build a life of your own,
she’s still standing in the driveway, waving until you’re out of sight.
At the touch of Divine love every scar of the soul is instantly healed.
Demetrios Trifiatis
04 October 2026
Nothing in this world is as beautiful as their laugh
Nor their smile
When it shines all the horrible things fade away
Leaving a brief moment of possibility
Leaving a short breath of relatability
Nothing in this world is as sweet as their happiness
Nor eyes
When they let it flow all the vile things slip away
Leaving a draught of peace
Leaving a small wish vulnerability
Nothing in this world burns as much as their soul
Nor their heart
When it breaks the world shudders and quakes
Leaving a lifetime of sorrow
Leaving the sickening thought of inevitability
it is Donnes thine eye, to thine eye
where infatuation collapses
into the depths of adoration
passions mingle into boundless fidelity
poets all echo; two become one
the stars above bellow in glossolalia
the heavens concur
no more loitering conversations
grasping at lingering in the aura
now becomes love's labor
the forever securing of the heart
as lives meld in a spiritual vortex
become one in the One
welcome to love's devotion
a garden that thrives with growth
or becomes dust wandering alone
Oregon 9/04/26