Spring Love Poems
These Spring Love poems are examples of Love poems about Spring. These are the best examples of Love Spring poems written by international poets.
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A Baby Girl
body, heart, life, love,
A life starts out with love from her mother, ...
love, day, fun, school, sleep,
Summer is ending
hot days filled with outside fun,
our sleeping in late.
August ends our days off ~ done,
back to school we must...
Love, Love Now
love, beautiful, giggle, hope, longing,
Love, love now
Today, not tomorrow
Forget about the sorrow
Quit asking how
If it’s not spring
Invent a new season
Create a good reason
Stop the unnecessary excuses
Dream like the...
As I Dream
love, beauty, bird, light, moon,
As I sink deep into my mattress and pillow, ...
love, beauty, color, garden, growth,
looking, standing, swaying
vase, pot, yard, garden
spreading, growing, multiplying
Date Written 8/5/2022...
1st grade, first love,
I’ve hoped for your bond
But I remain cut off from hope,
You’re the one who I entrust with my eyes & sleep,
For the crumbs of musk...
love, child, freedom, fun, joy,
Magic silver key,
fits into my silver shoes.
I was now set free,
I now owned many sidewalks.
My new skates were a big thrill.
Date Written: 8/4/2022...
Dear Dr Fred You Missed The Big One
love, birthday, death, drug, mom,
When I was young, ...
The Key Of E
love, beauty, bird, earth, rain,
"The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul."
Birds sing tweet~tweet
The ocean waves ring,
After singing they are ready to eat
Earth Sings In The Key...
South Korea Spring
love, beauty, city, emotions, happiness,
In this city,
concrete and glass,
and hidden parks,
on this river
were made our schemes
to break with tradition,
with K-Pop dreams.
Ajoomas walk here,
in western styles,
young beauties pose,
I Love Blackberries
love, food, humor, sweet, wine,
Blackberries in my hot pie topped with ice cream, a bowl makes my mouth beam.
love, blessing, god, words, world,
love, hurt, mother, poetess, sad
Being able to spend the whole morning
Writing a poem!
My mother's hands
Were etched in a network of tiny cracks.
Salt of the earth, the doctor said....
romance, sad love,
The bed is still in disarray.
A faint erotic scent exudes
From the crumpled pillow.
Was it only yesterday
This page unfolded?
Empty now this gold and decorated room