Rhyme Love Poems | Examples
These Rhyme Love poems are examples of Love poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of Love Rhyme poems written by international poets.
Helllo Dear, my mind is free
If you wish, you can love me.
Hello Dejar, no fear! Please come .
Waiting for you, Welcome !
Also you can leave at ease.
Yet, if you wish, love me , please.
It’s a beautiful empire
Elms are standing in a row
In their autumnal attire
As if putting on a show
And the road is strewn with leaves
Down the Durham riverside
Where’s the car? Ah, here it is
Couldn’t notice at first sight..
Where we’re going? No idea..
Who’s the driver, I can’t see..
What’s your new address, my dear?
If you somehow hear me..
On some winter day
I’d be flying high
Through the pale of grey
To the bluer sky
Never liked the height
Flying frightens me
Bring be back the sight
Of the land and sea
Of the Chilterns plain
Stretching out below
From the window pane
Of the room I know
And the rain keeps wetting
Your shirts on the line
Isn’t it upsetting
How the day goes by..
I can’t bear all the crosses
The accusers lay on me
Looking back, I see the losses
They are my sweet company
I don’t need to sort them out
I remember them by heart
Once again, they come around
In the memory’s fine art
For I’m too, my darling’s loss
And somehow we’re always there
Just two loving drowsy ghosts
That’s the only cross I bear.
As the deer longs for running streams—
Therese missed chocolate éclair creams
That’ll make sense if you see her movie
by St. Luke Productions — it is groovy! :)
But in the last scene, her soul rose above—
her prior statement, proclaiming True Love!
Touch me...
like it's the first time
Hold me...
like I'm a lost lamb
Kiss me...
like it's the last time
Love me...
for the man I am
I love falling leaves red . . .
and the warm wind whispering and the swaying trees ~
as each spread !
the leaves of gold . . .
and all the confused sleepy bees~
behold !!
complain . . .
weeping in breeze ~
rain !!!
I love falling leaves red . . .
and all the confused sleepy bees ~
rain !!!!
How it feels, to touch the knowledge
That reveals the magic power
See me fluting in the foliage
Like Henry Rousseau’s Snake Charmer
Though no snake crawls up enticed
While I play El Condor Pasa
That’s for better, I surmised
And the wind blew stronger, gusting
Clouds of the pink and blue
Changed their forms with every second
Then I saw the face of you
Laughing : now you got me beckoned!
As I smiled back to reply
Blue turned grey and pink turned red
Withered leaves spun in the sky
Falling on your flower bed..
Call me on, I need to know
How it goes so far away
If you send me your hello
I’d be knowing you’re OK
Give me little reassurance
Just a sign from the unknown
That would be a great occurrence
I shall keep it to my own
If you tell me where you are
I’d be following your way
It could be you’re not too far
Maybe closer with each day..
You might think there's something wrong with my head.
I believe in the existence of members of the living dead.
She only comes out at night, and never walks in the day.
The trouble is, I know she died last May.
This pretty vampire has cast her spell over me.
She says I am just her type, positive AB.
When this creature bites my neck, it feels so kinky.
She always leaves much more than a hickey.
With her long black hair and dark eyes, she is one I will take.
Please don't come near her with silver bullets or a wooden stake.
An older poem reposted for the Halloween season
To Grandma, an apple can make pie.
My darling is the apple of my eye.
These sweet thoughts visit me
as I pick an apple from a tree -
pity that it takes a bite to learn
what an apple is to a worm.
It seems obvious to me
That we’ve been here before
But don’t ask me if I see
Who we were so long ago
I think many feel the same
Though they make of it a joke
Once I had a different name
Different tongue I spoke
Once you came down, dressed in satin
We went walking in the park
You bombarded me with Latin
Quoting Horace and Plutarch
You were laughing your head off
In the pouring rain
We were happy, weren’t we, love?
Bring it back again…
Kindness is creating a space
An absence of self , a welcoming face,
A hand extended to pull someone up
To share their pain , drink their cup,
Kindness is tearing the barriers down
A comforting smile, not judging frown.
An embrace of solidarity
For we are one humanity
What makes us rich is what we share
Our time, our presence , our love, our care.
THE GOD MAN
What lone heart beats with cunning skill,
stokes other men of hope.
Contentious now to seize with ease
From god, to cliche trope.
A man of men conquest again,
and noted through that door.
As if the others ever could,
they would forever more.
Tis the oppositions drum beat
to set the god man's pike.
As though the others might abide,
a trite preemptive strike.
Yet on the other side of coins
resistance pale and weak.
Envious lace bereft of grace
to turn the softer cheek.
Narry a tempt to wrong the right.
Embraced hypocricy
Selfish nature takes without
accountability.
When there’ll be no Facebook, darling
And no Google Photos too
Could we plant another garden
Under skies of acid blue?
They might regulate the clouds
Teach the sun how it should shine
And no rain would fall without
The permission of AI
But one thing they can’t rehash
Is the loving fun we spent
Saved by laughs, it’s in our ash
Scattered over sea and sand..