Spring Love Poems | Examples
These Spring Love poems are examples of Love poems about Spring. These are the best examples of Love Spring poems written by international poets.
autumn paints garden
flushed flowers wither and fall
they return in spring
to saplings of yearning hearts
life blooms with luster of love
snow clutches flowers
wilted buds hibernate long
to unfurl in spring
with tinged dreams of pallid hearts
pale visage shines with love’s glow
petals of roses
waft patina in spring air
like hue of your lips
quiver with my longing lilt
unsaid words float in fragrance
mist melts in blue sky
colors burst in my meadow
air drifts desire scent
enthralled by the sublime scene
I’m charmed by your spring beauty
Of course, poetry is just a word;
and then, poetic content. As life
before the living – life was just a
word. I was just and I until you
came along, singing your budding
songs. Surely God modeled His
spring nature, with astonishing you
in mind.
I would say that
I am the tree of the falling leaves, you were the spring I kept dreaming of.
When all my leaves left, you stayed
my hope in this life.
I lived, drowning in your breeze, and I'm still living now.
You will forever be the spring I yearn to live
at least once.
A breeze that I felt, once in my life time.
You are important, always be happy beautiful
Your love pulls me.
With your silent kisses as I dream of you.
Windblown tendrils of you rebuild anew.
Falling over and over in perfect love with your touch.
Under the yawn of the day and the freckled
Shade of the emerald spring sylvan tree.
Scent of flirtatious sandalwood
Zephyr sings an amorous lullaby sonnet.
Warming waves of ardent sunshine through our souls,
Flourishing a magical spell of endless hope,
Touched by dramatic beauty.
Amber harmonious palette:
Dawning of morning
Fights through window curtains,
Whitest lace of light.
My love in heaven,
Your heart still lives and warms mine.
"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.
You are my poetry in motion.
And just like the rivers that flow into the expansion of the oceans, I am drawn to you.
Take me on a journey of how you see the world well beyond the horizon.
Give me permission to inhale the very essences of what you embody,
so I can experience the high of what it would feel like to have you running through my veins.
Grant me entry into your heart that I can only assume will be nothing less than a romantic symphony, enabling our souls to dance together.
Let me witness what ignites the fire of your dreams, giving me a front row seat to your aspirations.
Allow me to travel throughout the highways of your thoughts and embrace the uniqueness of how you think.
You see, to me, you are as beautiful as the sounds of birds chirping in the morning,
as endearing as a forehead kiss,
and more radiant than the sun itself.
For without a doubt — alluring,
like a blossoming bed of roses kissed by the fallen rains of spring.
I remember one spring morning.
It was the moment I found bliss.
Love struck at first sight.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Home again, the room spins to reveal the equinoctial corners, two autumnal wests and two spring easts. The ruminating elderly here speak volumes; ironclad tomes. Against the backmost window propped up in the soon to be river of cool silver spouting, is the hint of a purr, a silken silly ruffle of dead-quiet sharpness. The hum of spring in the east and the low drawl of the west closes the act.
New beginnings of all worlds gone astray
At the end of the old world one new
Closed roads leading to an unseen way
Once blocked now open and into view
All love will always to be renewed
In all ends a new begins
All beginnings from an end
A Closed Circadian Circle spins
From destruction into birth to bend
All the way around to art and love
Burning forests
Make way for spring fruit
And ashes turn to catalysts
Sea water into rain then morning dew
And breathing cycles of life anew
Rubble into paradise gardens turn
Broken pieces to completed vase
All exile moves to an expected return
Destruction into majestic days
And death to resurrection that saves
Space for new beginnings
In the desert an oasis find
Where arid sands shift into springs
And thirst is written into poetic rhyme
As wind’s dissonance into music sings
A hero’s victory raised from defeat
An artist’s triumph found after sinning
Returning memories trampled under feet
And survival from devastation’s underpinning
Transformations into an eternal new beginning
the silence before a storm
Sounds like my best friend laughing
The same laugh that I’ve known since I was six years old
Sitting alone on the swing set
It’s like dragonfly wings over a pond
It sounds like the heavy breathing after a long race to the end of the sidewalk
It sounds the way it feels
To be able to see your breath for the first time all year
It sounds like the friendship of autumn and spring
It sounds like you did when you said you would never leave
And the slam of the door when you did
And my sobs to your voice over the phone
The silence after a storm sounds like the loudest “I hate you”
Shouted into the face of someone who has never done anything
But love you.
The hour after you left, I called my best friend
And we laughed over something stupid
I rode my bike down to the pond
Sat down
Breathing heavily as I watched the dragonflies zipping across the surface of the water
And I finally realized why they name storms after people.
We often say that we can do without winter
how it is endlessly long and brutally cold
Think of it as the earth needing a rest
to rebuild strength and restore its energy
Autumn delights with its colourful display
before all signs of life inevitably decay
The snow covers across the land
much like a seasoned magician performing
A bit of patience on our part to best savour
the awaited spectacle of spring's rebirth
I told my guitar about you,
she played so beautiful melodies like never before.
I talked about you to my notebook,
it wrote the best poems it ever could.
At night I looked up at the sky thinking of you and suddenly the world went quiet,
the moon and the stars shined brighter and I begged them to shine for you too.
The flowers who heard my stories bloomed
like you were their spring and summer with all their love for you.
And my question is the simplest from all:
Did you bring light into my eyes,
or just created the best life of all the lifes?
1. Banana Peels and Giggles
(Sedoka)
You trip,I catch you,
You laugh before I can scold-
That's how we keep falling right,
Foolish lovers we,
Turning bruises into jokes
Our chaos makes peace
Mother Tongue
(Tanka)
The Morning
Your hands still tremble
To tie my laces I forgot
Every morning
Love arrives before sunrise
Softly smells of maize and prayer
The lesson
When the world burns loud outside
You hush it with one old hymn
How could I repay
The woman who taught my heart
To listen before it speaks?
Everything was bleak and gloomy and cold and full of fear
Fighting dark forces driving thoughts that I don’t belong here
Struggling with if my departure will help those I hold dear
Piercing my soul breaking inside I shed rivers of tears
Everything was crushing searching for one sliver of light
Struggling to find even a glimmer that would end this plight
Giving every single ounce of strength to press on and fight
Crying desperately dropping to my knees in the night
Everything became silent with a hushed awe in the air
Pulsating between calm and wonder all has become clear
Invading emotions of gentle love lay my heart bare
Rushing like a mighty wind the Son of God has come near
Everything changed as He drove all the vile darkness away
Breathing vibrant life into a hopeless heart full of grey
Remolding what was broken like a potter to the clay
Helping me to dance like it was spring on a winter's day
Once upon a time, in a town not far from here,
on a day that was not bright, on a day that was not clear,
a boy was born, and the newspaper would say,
"It was a partly cloudy day."
Everybody said, "What an odd little feller".
So, one day, his mother took him to the fortune teller,
but she only said as she drew up her shawl,
"Suddenly, I have a partly cloudy ball."
He met her in the morning, early in the Spring,
and by and by, offered her a diamond ring,
but true love once more eluded -
the gem he gave was cloudy and occluded.
His heart was not broken. It just had a little crack.
He sighed and went home early. Then he hit the sack.
He didn't shed a tear or even cry -
he just blinked upon each partly cloudy eye.
In his head, he puzzled as he lay awake,
but life to him seemed hopelessly opaque,
and his confusion would enshroud
a mind partially covered by a cloud.
The years, one by one, eventually passed
by the bloke known for nothing but being overcast.
I'm sad to report that he died just yesterday.
The paper said, "It was a partly cloudy day".