Girlfriend Love Poems | Examples
These Girlfriend Love poems are examples of Love poems about Girlfriend. These are the best examples of Love Girlfriend poems written by international poets.
Those eyes,
Like black velvet night.
Draw me in with a gentle might.
Your lips,
a pink rose petal hue, makes you a piece of art.
Your smile lights up the world and makes it shine. Your skin, a canvas of golden glow.
A light skinned beauty, for all I know.
In your eyes,my heart finds a home,a place to rest and never roam.
Your touch ignites a burning fire,
melting my fears and soothing my desire.
But my love, we're worlds apart.
And I'm left with just a shattered heart.
Those black eyes, pink lips and beautiful smile haunts me still, and makes my heart go wild.
Though we might be apart, I know that, I'm your heat's sweet melody.
Foot bare,street cold,
but gal,we move,
we glide,moonlight don't charge no fee
We hum our bread song,
clap our hands,forget the pain
joy's freedom,you see?
When I call,
Try pick up;
Hear me out.
Just don't know,
Why you won't
Pick my calls?
You got heart,
but for who
If not me?
i love her.
That's the bottom line.
nothing else matters
as long as i can call her mine.
I thought id never be happy,
thought id never find love
i didn't think that i deserved it
but we fit like a glove
I'm scared to lose her
she means so much to me
what do i do if she leaves
i don't know who id be
As scary as love is,
there is no better feeling.
When I'm with her,
the sun never stops gleaming.
"Seed", poem about love and family, for my girlfriend Kim ??
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When darkness falls, your spirit is my light,
My world is ordered, banished is the night.
To see your smile is to inhale the spring,
The deepest solace that your presence brings.
My dearest Kim, the future we embrace,
No path is feared when walking at your pace.
For you possess a beauty soft and keen,
The heart's true compass, the most precious scene.
We speak of days where two will soon be three,
A promise whispered, meant for you and me.
A little life that soon will find its start,
The living proof that love is in the heart.
My love for you, a river strong and vast,
The quiet dream that is forever cast.
(This poem is a direct challenge to skeptics who know nothing about love)
You speak of imbalance,
of pain and sorrow,
but our love stands solid,
a form so true.
Square in its goodness,
with all its virtue,
we defy your doubts,
we welcome tomorrow-
A perfect shape
for all to borrow.
My souls on display, judgment comes
after
Held by melodies and dissonant chapters
Do you like dark romance? 'Cause I bring
disaster
Do you see greed? Is it my scene? Or the need to be seen through it?
Believe me, I wish I could believe this fate
befalls us all
I hope that peace is sewn within my fall
So I might find the wings to fly taller
And if I can beg you for one last thing, that gives chase for us to be held tight
If we're lost beyond the edge of light
Know you were my trail of stars in sight
To not find in fear that I've let its voice
become our night
I'm in a room where everyone is pouting on a Mask but I don't fit in because I'm not covering myself with one so everyone hates me for being real what they don't know is that the are too many different spirits in me. A personalty is constantly shifting. I'm the most Hamble but acts differently the next minute. As I move round, in and out of different rooms with each having masked faces i stumbled across one with out a Mask and I thought I found the one a soul mate just didn't know she was my cell mate she wore a the most perfect mask that you can't see with your naked eyes she was the Masked malice by the time I found out it was to late cos she had already stabed me in the back the moment I turned she had a bow with an arrow on fire pointing straight to my heart . It's funny cos I still thought she was playing even after the stabe in the back I still felt her now she has an arrow pointing at my heart but I smile and made the wrong move that is when the arrow pissed through the heart. At the moment of death i saw that angel I feel in love with but that was just a glimpse with the eye of death i saw through her and realised it was just Masked malice that I feel into
Five hundred years ago, a young man wrote a poem titled "If" addressed to his girlfriend -- his first and last.
It reads,
"If I can write a word
and make this word my world
I will start with the first letter
of your name and tell the World
If I can create a cord
and make this cord my word
I will recite a litany
and make this testimony my destiny
If I can paint a picture
and make this picture my biography
I will color it with the same shade
that ends with your name and calligraphy
Only if I can have you alone
I will build a home that will sing
and sound your tone
If I can draw a line
and make this line my love story
I will stroke a circle to keep you warm
and safe inside my sanctuary..."
can i please you?
my heart yearns to be chosen,
to be your sense of direction on the path you choose to walk.
is it selfish of me to want to have your pride
without asking for it?
do i have to be selfish
in order to have love?
open your heart to me
i feel the love i’ve been searching for
in your chest.
why can’t you give it to me?
i promise that i’ll give you the same,
your words aren’t what i want
they won’t be enough,
i am much too selfish to be satisfied.
i need to read between the lines
what you give me will never be enough,
i always resort to stealing from those i love.
do you still love me?
my ears can hear the cries of your past
i am much too selfish
i want to know more than you.
i see the roots under your dirt
the truth i have made from your past that is real,
will you still love me
when my truth becomes too truthful?
when my heart beats, yours should too.
i have told you my selfish ways,
as i become one with you.
your heart is mine
your words aren’t what i need any longer
i already feel you in my chest.
do you still love me?
your heart has corrupted mine,
do you love me enough
to help to draw the line?
Please don't take offense when we don't pay you any mind
Not all the time are we expecting to be wined and dined
Yes we are aware that we look good and very proud of ourselves
We don't always need attention and compliments from someone else
You say to us "ladies first" but it seems to be the new pick up line
It's either that, an angel fell from heaven or wanting to know our sign
How do you know we're not a woman scorned from past pain
Maybe we're not sure you're a dead beat looking for material gain
Most of the time you're not looking for any serious commitments
A one night stand is the reason you're requesting our seven digits
We know these things about you and refused to be played a fool
Yes we vary in size and shapes but it doesn't make us useless tools
Don't get me wrong we could all use a gentleman or a Mr. Right
But, Dear Men, you're not always a necessity to our lives
My heart is fluttering,
Like the pulse of a songbird,
My gut is shuttering,
As you near without a word,
My tongue is stuttering,
With a cadence never heard,
My thoughts are muttering,
This long wait is so absurd!
Your lips give sweetness to my ears,
Your hips sway telling me how they feel,
Your laugh is the draft that pulls me in,
Your love is the music that makes me heal,
Your embrace fills me up inside,
Your glance holds me still and paralyzed,
Your hands touch mine and set me free,
Your kiss allows me to just be me,
You are the fire inside that sets ablaze,
You are my moon who's light rains down,
You are the one I'm lost in your maze,
You are my sun my only jeweled crown.
Her inner fire sets a blaze a forest to ash and bone,
Her past lives present within her heart can she let go, 'moan,
There lies beauty, calm within awaiting the chance to roam,
If not released one day she'll find she's old in pain alone.
My peace I've built I must protect to not go back to him,
My fire still there but dim need not awake' and burn at whim,
There lies within the depths of sorrow of all I've lost, grim,
Will there come a day when I can love fully and abrim.
We are on the same path wherein we seek to grow in light,
Side by side yet afar we burn and long to take a flight,
And for now I must move on to truly increase my might,
So she must learn to move in grace learn to let go her fight.
May God guide our paths sure and true what He wants us to be,
One day maybe our steps in stride as one again we'll see.
Silently,while soft rain drums on zinc in sorrowed streets,
My soul kneels where she once stood,my gal, my need,my nevermore.
crying droplets chant in syllables of her smile-sweet, small,
Silvered syllables sipping across haze and humiliation.
Her mother-a Mount Olympus of ten thousand frustrations-
mouths malice in midday markets,
sparking sparks of spite,her words whipping like wet rope.
Her uncle,a dog trainer with a dog chain in his hand,a dog's dark echo,
unchains his hate,barking at the boy he thinks too poor to dream.
I still see her ebony eyes in puddles, trembling,
telling tales of thunder,
''my township Romeo From Another Earth And Sky, ''they breathe,
be brave-Ill come back from another earth and sky
not this world of man''
But love is leashed to their lies
and the leash tears her heart before she can run.
Now I rap my requiem-
rhymes for rain,rhythm for regret,
Heartbeats hammered into-half remembered hope.
She died of a broken vow-not hers,
but the world of a world that kills its kindest loves.
Rain don't remember her name,
but I do-every drop spells my gal.
Soft syllables,same sorrow,same song,
for the gals the gods forgot to guard.