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.

In the seamless sky of my fervent yearning,
I let the enraptured songbird of heart soar high,
glide in the spring-rippled amorous breeze
that carried your jasmine fragrance

© Subimal Sinha-Roy  

In the quiet moments, you are my song,
The place where my restless heart belongs.
Your laughter paints the sky with light,
Turning my darkest days into bright.

Every

© Dave Harding  

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   

And I loved him at that
March midnight, the one when spring was
late. They say she was caught up
in a reminiscent movie
—even love was black and

© Jasmine Tsai  

My parents did not know  

About  Joe 

My beloved beau  

And what the maturing character did  

Making him a heroic paternal

© Marc O'Brien  

 The blue spots after the rain,
in-between storms,
a remainder
of our nonchalant spring
before the storms bring
knuckle-biting angst & cries. 

© Ryan Geoffrey Hayward  

When winter comes it’s very cold
You’re always near for me to hold

In the summer when it’s hot
Your iced sweet tea sure hits the spot

Then fall

© Bill Baker  

	In science, we observe.
	All only exist when and after they are
	observed.

I, an explorer, lean in with a lens
to catch the scent of rained soil,
the mist

© Jasmine Tsai  

Yesterday was your birthday
Unfortunately, that was a busy day
However, I went to the garden
Of my heart this beautiful morning
Where I picked an invisible rose that

© Hebert Logerie  

Part Fifteen — The Third Cupbearer's Song

O Saqi, pour the midnight wine
That bears the ancient royal sign.

Arise and swiftly bring, I pray,
That sacred draught to

© Saeed Koushan  

Part Six — The Story Begins

The tale begins, as poets say,
Of lovers two who found their way.

That radiant child, so young and fair,
A cypress tall

© Saeed Koushan  

On a morning like this, lethargic and indifferent,
It is so easy to make me rich,
When the pain is moving slowly and smoothly, and
I hold on

© Maria Mitea  

Little Flower, scent of Spring
For me have you a song to sing?
I love you Lilac do you know?
There's room still for my heart to grow

I'll

© Andres Luis Bigote  

Broken hearts never heal
until they find love again.
For the pain of rejection
numbs your affection
Blue are your days
grey are your nights
nothing can persuade
even loss of appetite.
But

© Fritz Purdum  

There he was still as a windless night,
As if adorned in the drapes of the stormy sky,
His shield covering the faintest shimmer's plight.

The candle held

© Ranaditya Adhikary