Lyric Love Poems | Examples
These Lyric Love poems are examples of Love poems about Lyric. These are the best examples of Love Lyric poems written by international poets.
I found this site called Poetry Soup
Here you can get applause from a group
So I started writing poems, none make the best
My family tells me to "give it a rest."
I need some tough love, some commenter to say
"Your talent is poor, go outside in the day."
Instead, the site policy is to always give praise
Can anything save me - I hope it's just a phase.
Every time I says a sentence, I think of a rhyme
For instance, "dime, time, buy some outshine"
Can't stop rhyming, can't stop writing
I can't get a life that is more exciting.
So to all you young men, sitting on that stoop
Stay away from Poetry Soup
Find yourself another hobby, get some fresh air
Don't be like me, stuck in this creative lair.
Searching for a word, sinking in despair.
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Tell me when it's over, all these darkened shadows,
They come out and take me alive,
Better in the morning, when the sun is shining,
To reveal what they did not deprive,
Hold me little closer, tell me something, whisper,
Let me know it's goin' to be fine,
And marry me tomorrow, undo all the trauma,
Fast asleep in your lovely twine,
Fallen off the mantel, atop the earth from orbit,
Crashed into the mountains, I am,
Walk into the forest, found a temple statue,
And I see your face all over this land,
Waking in my mourning, eyes dry from this nightmare,
Coming back to your loving hand,
So marry me tomorrow, undo all the trauma,
Give me something I understand,
Tell me when it's over, all these darkened shadows,
They come out and take me alive,
Better in the morning, when the sun is shining,
To reveal what they did not deprive,
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1.
Then slowly, slowly,
as after a long winter,
a pale light began to rise
over the Triglav’s white crown.
It was not the light of politics,
nor the light of worldly triumph,
but the soft radiance
of returning grace.
2.
I saw young faces
Looking at the old churches
with curiosity,
as if hearing an echo
from the deep places of the soul.
I saw hands reaching out
to rebuild altars
That time had wounded.
I saw strangers
finding shelter
in the hospitality of the faithful.
3.
And I knew:
The night is never the final word.
For every nation
that remembers love
will find its way home.
4.
O Slovenia,
May your forests once again
whisper psalms at dawn.
May your rivers carry blessings
to every village and city.
May your children learn
that freedom without God
is a room without air,
but freedom with Him
It is a window opened toward eternity.
5.
Rise, homeland beloved.
Rise not as you were,
but as you were meant to be—
a land of peace,
a cradle of hope,
a lamp on the mountains
for all who wander
in the dark.
Amen.
1.
So I set out upon the roads
that wind through your forests and fields—
the old pilgrimage paths
where saints once sought solace.
I walk not with anger
but with a heart made tender
by longing.
2.
At Studenice, I touch the stones
that heard the hymns of women
who consecrated their lives
to silence and compassion.
At Brezje, I kneel beneath Our Lady’s gaze,
feeling her mantle stretch
over plains and mountains alike.
At Sveta Gora, the wind tells stories
older than our language.
3.
Along this road,
I see signs of hidden fidelity.
An old man tracing a cross
before lifting bread to his lips.
A young mother whispers a prayer
while her child sleeps.
A solitary bell that rings each dusk
even when no one gathers.
4.
And the Lord speaks through them all:
“My child, faith is not dead.
It sleeps in the embers
beneath the ashes of fear.
Blow gently, and it shall burn again.”
5.
So I continue my journey,
carrying a lantern of hope
into the deepening night.
Pilgrimage is not an escape
but a return—
a slow reclaiming of the soul
of the land I love.
In the Quiet of the Fold
I have knelt where the weary come,
and heard the hush beneath their grief.
No cry of self, no bitter lament—
Only hands reaching for a steady hand.
I have carried the small wounds of the world,
the secret sighs that tremble in the dark,
and offered nothing but presence,
and the quiet, patient light of God.
There is no room for pity here.
only love that listens,
and a heart that bends
without breaking.
O gentle Lord, let me be
a shelter for the lost,
a cup for the thirsty,
a soft voice for the forgotten.
And when the day falls silent,
I shall not measure my own burden;
I shall only know
that every step I have walked
has been beside your children.
Life’s simple pleasures—
all that makes it beautiful.
Loads of love and laughter we can’t measure,
life’s simple pleasures.
Friends, food, and all that comes in leisure,
echoing from childhood
through the youthful years
and far beyond.
Life’s simple pleasures—
the quiet moments,
the soft reminders,
the small joys stitched between the days.
Life’s simple pleasures—
all that makes it beautiful.
Misty raindrops and melodies
All the times you let me be....
Each memory like a flood gate squall
Rising high then tumbling to fall
Wiithout you now
All the days piling high
I'm missing all the times
I lived to die
In your arms
Every night
Moonlit shadows and morning iight
We laughed endless days
And we cuddled through the night
Gone for a moment
One day we'll dance again
I cherish all the treasures
In a book you called precious gems
Misty raindrops and melodies
All the times you let me be....
Each memory like a flood gate squall
Rising high then tumbling to fall
All in all
My everything
One day soon
We'll laugh again
Love so simple
Love so free
Lying in the rain
Under our favorite
Willow tree
At first, she dreamed in mirrored light,
Mistaking shimmer for the sun —
She called the shadow holy night,
And thought the wound was love begun.
The mask adored, the heart obeyed,
Till truth, like thunder, split her trance;
She saw the role her soul had played —
The healer caught in circumstance.
Then silence came — not death, but birth,
A quiet deeper than despair;
She met the dark within her worth,
And found her Self already there.
No savior left, no beast to fight,
No wish for vengeance or control —
She stood, at last, in her own light,
The union of a once-divided soul.
I have stood beside the broken bread,
felt the ache of every soul that knelt.
Yet never once have I wept for my own hunger—
For Love fills what flesh forgets.
The sparrow falls, and I do not mourn;
It's a small death that teaches flight.
In the frost of another’s sorrow,
My hands remain warm with prayer.
To serve is to vanish quietly,
like incense into the light—
not out of loss,
but out of belonging.
O Lord, let me be the branch that bends,
never the heart that complains.
Pity is too small a cup
to hold the wine of grace.
And when my breath becomes the last amen,
I shall not say: I have suffered,
but only this:
I have loved, without self.
Men dream of Fame — as Stars — pursue —
Across the darkened Sky —
They chase the Echo — of their Name —
Till Morning burns it — dry —
But Woman — wakes — as Petals do —
At Dawn’s — unbidden gleam —
Her Heart — the Chamber — of the Sun —
Her Breath — the budding Dream —
The Laurel — crowns the restless brow —
That sought — a World’s Applause —
But Love — it bends — the gentler Knee —
And keeps — Diviner Laws —
The Trumpet — fades — the Banner — falls —
The Ages — lose — their Sound —
Yet — in one Soul’s remembering —
Eternity — is found —
Through My Porch Door Window. By Tania Kitchin
I wish thou wert here by my side,
The days grow emptier without thee;
The nights seems quieter and longer -
There's not a night without thy thoughts,
Thy memories linger deep in me;
I couldn't shake them off nor cast aside.
I long for thee Sweetest love.
I breathe thee as days begin to drift -
In thee, I lost my own self,
Yet couldn't hold thee dearly near.
I miss thee now and ever more,
Yet know not if thou feel'st me too.
In my doubt, I wonder and ponder -
I wish thou wert mine, now and ever.
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.
Two souls do walk side by side,
Yet apart, and never together.
I live a life, chasing the echoes,
Wherein life bestows not a brief glance;
And I die, like a silent breeze.
The beauties around seem bright,
Yet nurtured grace, doth bloom in thee-
Thou art my dearly beloved.
I find mine heaven in thy sweetest love,
Wherein my soul doth find its home in peace.