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.
Wake me up when September ends
And autumn’s breath chills white wind
Closing denim door on Summer’s heat
With delightful crisp air of fall breeze
I had a summer I wish to forget
The pain of lost love and red regret
It was a fling that began with spring
I believe in love but love is a dream
So another holiday I’ll spend with me
Not something I hate until winter’s freeze
But that’s welcoming seasons of change
Divorcing summer and heat stroked brain
Putting a log in brick fireplace so warm
And dust off novels to read that charm
Not giving up on love that’s a thrill
But taking time to love me I feel
So this winter I want silver solitude
I’ll write as therapy find my teal truth
Listen to my mahogany favorite tunes
Dancing alone at home in my birthday suit
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone
taking all the memories of summer love,
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
When the cloak of autumn is soon drawn;
when evening stars dance in the sky above,
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone.
Wind still sings in the Forest of Argonne,
I hear the song of my truelove
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
September dreams are like a swan
who flies entwined with her beloved,
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone.
Seasons stretch as nature yawns,
I hear the calling of spring doves
and dream until the winter dawns.
The memory of summer past is long
and autumn chill will soon unglove~
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
A soul that's hungry and never well-fed,
is always searching for something much greater,
a great love whose meaning is ne'er misread,
or destiny whose time arrives much later.
In God and thee I find a hopeful fate,
a future that restores a quiet grace,
and moments in time's endless, flowing state;
where I embrace your beauty's radiant face.
But if the heavens and the stars above,
and all the world were drowned in seas of gloom,
my lines still live forever in thee, my love,
beyond end of days, beyond even doom!
If love transcends all seasons and all times,
then your spring lives on in all of my rhymes.
When luck and fortune flee from my own soul,
and then disaster overwhelms my hope,
and hunger consumes the meal in my bowl,
and poverty and debt hinder my scope,
then I wish myself more rich in spirit,
in wisdom and character more complete,
with God's forgiveness now to inherit,
and grace in place of ruin and defeat.
But I reflect on our time spent together,
that spring we made love under a domed sky
(those happy days seemed to live on forever).
Despair now gone, I sing and let joy fly.
As you now live on in my sonnet's measure,
may all men find in you time's endless treasure.
¦¦¦ wind ¦¦¦ tossing ¦¦¦ lilacs,
¦¦¦ new leaves laugh ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ petals fall on the orchard ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Beneath the apple blossoms
I go ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
For love ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ in May.
(Blackout of "May" by Sara Teasdale:
The wind is tossing the lilacs,
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
But for me the spring is done.
Beneath the apple blossoms
I go a wintry way,
For love that smiled in April
Is false to me in May.
Spring comes as does love.
Couples unite with the very best intentions.
Seasons come and seasons go.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
You gifted me a sunny day.
As rains poured from opaque sky gray,
I made to you a fervent plea.
A sunny day you gifted me.
On bright day I walked out of blue,
a fervent plea I made to you.
Twilight tinge wrapped my gloom at bay,
I walked out of blue on bright day.
As spent sun set with the hues trapped,
my gloom at bay twilight tinge wrapped.
It told me my love I’d soon get
with the hues trapped, as spent sun set.
Spring zephyr blew in tuneful spree,
my love I’d soon get it told me.
In my heart grew the yearning new,
in tuneful spree spring zephyr blew.
God’s breath unseen
moving life in secret
like the wind
fueling sun to heat
and earth to spin
brightening day
with colors
to sounds
of cheers
love energy
that birthing life
sustains it
spring to spring
carrying life
in womb
seed to seeds
moving mind
to build
a speeding wheel
or soar the sky
lifting up
on wings
love light
ignited by God
at birth
to be increased
or pulling out
the wire
from source of Light
without faith
in darkness
it dies
same light that guides
to lamp
on windowsill
paternal
joining segment
of life's reached
end
to the beginning
as it starts again
circling
young forever
Love eternal.
Fifth Place Winner: Brian Strand-1484 Premiere Contest-6/30/26
Written: June 11, 2026, for a contest sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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She escapes, pulled by erratic dreams—
I feel a spark surge —as affection streams.
But she's near longing, and beckons me upward,
As spring fades, peace drops from skyward—
Her genuine soprano slices my lulling sphere,
I am anchored, yet flames shift and veer—
solitary moon
shining through stained window sash
rose in beveled glass
sparkling bloom in light
exuding magic powers
in the sleepless hours
golden times will come
in a cottage by the sea
he will marry me
pink rose in glint vase
where the pearl moon is peering
in teal days of spring
When I was young, I flew a kite
in a field, spellbound by sunlight.
I remember, when Spring had sprung,
I flew a kite when I was young.
An eager boy, I played at ball.
Now, I chuckle and I recall
Ol’ Sol, and summer days of joy.
I played at ball, an eager boy.
With care and hope, I sowed a seed.
I watered it and pulled a weed.
All on a sunny, gentle, slope,
I sowed a seed with care and hope.
The squeezing hands, the golden hair
of two green children laughing there,
as sun lit up her curling strands,
the golden hair, the squeezing hands.
Down, deep within, on the outside,
o’er my life, Sol would e’er preside,
and he still warms my soul and skin,
on the outside, down, deep within.
the orchid lamp burns low against the screen of jade
a silver hairpin pierces the frozen musk
kingfisher quilt lies undone
eaglewood breathes unrisen dusk
dripping copper drains last watch
bronze worn where our first shadows seamed
morning mirror broken bride
embroidered sash unlaces on the hearthstone
the spring silkworm spun its chamber shut
silk wound against a bridal drum untouched
red wax sealed—spent wick weeps into the stele
beside the moonlit sill the brush-knife cleaves the charred core
the seal breaks at midnight
a single scent of eaglewood rises
Kunlun incense
rain on Kunlun has fallen for thirty years
water settles Kunlun-hore
the rain not yet wet
My speckled leopard
blooming magnolias
late May
Like a budding rose
Shedding it’s petals
Our love will continue to grow
Like a seed sowed in the earth
It will continue to give birth
To new foundations and beginnings
Through the harshness of winter
Through the season’s rain
We will endure the elements
Until the spring blooms again
Flourished by the sweet kiss
Of nature’s bliss
Our love will mature
For like a rose that has drunk too much water
Or has never seen the sun’s glow
It shall wither away and die
Nourished by equal amounts of care and understanding
Our love will continue to grow
Sunlight warms and showers cool
and new emotions make you a fool
When you are in love in Spring
is more than the birds that sing
Flowers blooming row after row
a sweet smile knocks you off your toes
To hear the laughter and see that face
nothing else could ever take their place
For love only desires the here and now
love always thinks that there is somehow
Day dreaming of that special one to be
at night dreams of love for your honey
Spring above all is for the young
life is new and love has you strung
Confused bewilder love is never fair
but stubborn romantic what do you care
Spring is here, Spring is new
Spring is first love what can you do
Pursue and pray and ask for a date
enjoy this Spring and always tempt fate