Romantic Love Poems

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

Loving You Is an Art ????

Loving you is an art,
Not just words, not just emotions,
Not just romance.

It is like carving a linocut,
Each stroke, each cut—
Careful,

© Mukondeleli Tendani  

I wanna feel that blinding love, The one you'd live for
The one which feels like sunshine and rain on your face. 
The one that feels

© Shreshtha Mishra   

lift me up, birds of praise,
I'm sinking in the spaces
of this unholy void.
She twirls with her lace,
and momentarily paces,
this cemetery is wired
hidden in darkest grit

© Ryan Geoffrey Hayward  

I'll dive through
solid ice,
into freezing waters
to drag you,
up to life,
resuscitate
your sweet heart
with drops of blood,
hold you around
the waist
and squeeze
the salty sea out,
pollution swallowed...
rub your forehead
caress

© Ryan Geoffrey Hayward  

be the ~r~h~y~t~h~m~~
of the °°p°°o°°e°°m°° my h¦e¦a¦r¦t 
                 

© Maclawrence Famuyiwa  

Blows Eastward,
a destination fate had prepared.
    Renewed,
is a bludgeoned heart,
no longer fueld by loneliness and despair...

The demise of a mountainous boulder,
crashing downward

© Terry Cunningham   

Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise, 
         the little rascal aims

© Victor Buhagiar  

I want tonight to be the night
The one that we keep insight
A forever moment cherished in time
The work is done, and the hill is climbed
One

© Terry Sirup  

Dive in
Baby there's sharks in the water,
I need to get in the waters,
You know where not getting younger,
Well sink or we'll swim,
Baby are you with

© Jeff Evans   

 Your yellow rain-coat,
dripping of hair
comfort of hoodie
and scent
of nice
but cheap
perfume I love.
It's an aroma
to your skin
I'm so in love with.
Are they tears of joy
upon

© Ryan Geoffrey Hayward  

If I had wings to fly,
I'd breathe in deep
and spread them wide
as I leap from the cliff
into the wind
where the seagulls glide.

Crossing this wide sea
I

© Ron VanHooser  

At sunset, orange frescos on the west wall
Sink gradually into the bowels of hills flung
By distant wavelengths of a backward illusion,
Which yells silently at concupiscent

© Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu  

I've finally reached it
What I'll call the end
A volume of poems
For my special friend
A thousand that took me
Three years to construe
And all of these poems
Were

© Andres Luis Bigote  

I'll be waiting quietly 
Back behind the scenes
In case, perhaps it's meant to be
That we live out those dreams 
I'll still be up most half

© Andres Luis Bigote  

There's a plaque at number 1-0-5
'Twill be there for some years
And anyone who looks at it
Will just see what appears 
But they won't know the

© Andres Luis Bigote