Love Rhyme Poems

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

O quatrain, if I would, could you?
Aren't we fancy-free?
Bolt, shock through! O baby blue!
Firewalk with me!

Ravine behind, seen in dreams?
Houses of the old.
Tend thy garden

© Chris Jensen  

I will watch over you 
Till my dying day
I'll nurture and cherish 
The times that we play 

The times when I read 
Of adventures to

© Leigh Haynes  

2 men i called Grandpa acting like a Dad when a man walked away
Never batting an eye they'd be there for us everyday
One was out

© Shelby Bower  

This paralyzing Dream inebriates me,
intoxicated by Death’s perfume,
I don’t believe I’m here to battle my
Demons, I’m here to keep them 
safe and sacred, reach them
toward’s

© Elami Zuberi  

My God is good all the time, he sends me love when I am down. 
My God is like the shinning sun, he warms my

© Janine Balistreri  

Self soother naysayer tell me a fairy tale please 
speak out a story that lingers soft as the breeze
Rein me in tight - by the

© Mystic Rose Rose   

I am grateful for for knowing the eight words
in life that if spoken…will take everybody far…

And I’m grateful to repeat them often:

I love you just

© Jim Yerman  

If you ever want to know if you’re blessed with love in your life…
you don’t have to guess…
just take a moment and complete this simple

© Jim Yerman  

An etymologist…(from an article I happened to see)
is a person who studies words…their origin and their history.

This particular article…(I am happy relate)
mentioned in the English

© Jim Yerman  

Your love is like the sun, shining bright every day, making my heart warm and giving me a feeling of sweet embrace. 
Forever love, your

© Janine Balistreri  

Dear God, why do you love us so?
I guess that's one thing we'll never know.
We curse you & turn your name to dirt;
God, I know

© julia smith  

I seem to do everything wrong,
or else I just take too long.
I won't wear a dress
and my hair's always a mess.
I can't tell a joke
and

© julia smith  

I’ve found a place to court a writer’s muse;
this windowed booth along the boulevard.
For now, it’s only penning I'll peruse 
and charming interruptions, disregard. 

I’ll

© Mark Massey  

Under a yellow lamp I wrote a letter,
Poured my heart on a paper,

The ink I used was my own blood,
A red crimson on a white

© Lily Valley  

Echoing Silence

I

Isolated  in an echoing unending room
Where loud noises destroy the silence
Breaks the confidence into million pieces
Nobody wants to pick the entire brokenness 


II

Drowning

© Jay-R Capiz