Love Star Poems | Examples
These Love Star poems are examples of Star poems about Love. These are the best examples of Star Love poems written by international poets.
twilight is falling
on the river of Desire
I’m dreaming in vain…
young love never comes to me
by a silent lonely lane
That summer of 1969 in Venice still resonates within me...
A Slovak boy, Mario, and an Italian girl, Laura – fourteen and thirteen years old.
She had long chestnut hair and captivating eyes…
We sat on a bank by a bridge in the evening,
while illuminated boats floating on the lagoon.
The song Sotto le stelle, Beneath the Stars, played from a nearby bar.
I listened with amazement to that melodic speech, watching her charming gestures.
I didn't understand a word, yet I felt a blissful warmth in my heart...
Suddenly, heavy rain began to fall; Laura gave me a quick kiss on the cheek
and vanished under the arcade of a weathered building.
Just then, a shooting star fell...
I have carried the imprint of her lips in my heart all my life.
You knew by heart Beethoven
You liked to hum his tunes
Your wind was gently blowing
In our shoreline dunes
The light of our faces
Still shimmers in the air
Although we left no traces
No sign that we were there
Among the other randoms
That fill the narrow streets
The strangers pass like phantoms
We never care to meet
Back home again, you turn on
The aircraft broadcast
I couldn’t be more wrong
Thinking our time would last
Another time writes letters
Maybe a star, extinguished
Says we’re no more than petals
Of roses unrelinquished
It’s not the same old story
It changes every day
Each time I come, I worry
What you'd suppose to say..
Every act of love
is like a little death to me ...
Each time a piece of me is lost
to become more attentive.
I feel bound to the heavy ground,
yet free as a bird.
Just to take flight on the wings
of selfless Desire.
When she stealthily slipped away
from the abandoned beach,
a thick fog suddenly veiled everything.
I realized I would never see her again.
She left behind only footprints in the damp sand,
the faint fragrance of lavender
and twilight in my soul ...
Beneath St. Michael’s Gate
the reddish day trembles,
and ochre twilight fades
into a maze of narrow lanes.
Young musicians
beneath the shabby arcade
play an azure blues.
The air holds a brick-red hue,
like your body while making love.
I feel wonderful.
"Love-drunk on desire,"
from the heavens above.
Will I,
"Seduce the stars without a script?"
The night is filled with diamond stars,
touching my heart and soul.
As morning arises,
"The clouds spill a thousand secrets."
Turning the clouds into rain drops.
Rain drops that,
"Melt my tears into your sweet fire."
I sit here seeing,
"A torn canvas is two paintings."
I wonder why not just one painting?
Maybe a,
"Fever of Fixation."
Written for weekly challenge on 14th July 2026
Challenge to write if you were an animal
Star the magical Unicorn
Im Star not your usual family pet
I don’t live in house, zoo
Im free as a bird in flight
I live in the beautiful magical forest
Amoung nature is best
Rainbows, sparkles everywhere I go
I bring you peace, love, joy great delight
Some people don’t believe I am real
But come visit the magical forest
I show you around , then you’ll believe
Fairies are my best friends
They fly around me giggling all day
Come on ~ come visit me
You’ll be entrapped in tranquility
Think you’ll stay forever with me
In my magical forest
Place to be. ~ come find me
In the quiet night
Softly singing, such a sight
Hesitant prayers, so right
Spoken by breathless moonlight
Erasing the timeless tales
Wind and rain prevails,
Trembling on starlit trails
Moonlight hue softly pales
I see the night whisper it’s praise
Across the heavens, to amaze
I bask in its gently caressing rays
As I look up, with a riveted gaze
Moonlight makes me feel, so I know
The warmth of its tender glow
Melting away the darkness, a flow
Soft presence of a light to show…
What it means to believe, so composed
By the wonder of a light, exposed
To the music of moon who disclosed
The meaning of love, unopposed
Pink star, is your beauty an invitation?
I'd love to visit you and your children someday.
You've moved them behind the blackest curtain, far away.
You're probably too harsh for my soul skin anyway, and I'm too spiritually parched for yours.
Time is made from man's limestone dreams.
Space shine is nothing more than a cosmic tease.
A wish is the massaging of God's heart.
Hope is a pinch of sugar in a stye.
I'll never sip your magnificence
my beautiful pink star.
I hide behind dreams,
both beautiful and wounding ...
Please dim the light
and still your beating heart.
Love will come
another time.
Line of inquiry:
“We look at spirit not at form
Our touch is gentle, kind and warm
We but reflect God’s love and light
‘Tis the path to which we conform”
Unseeking Seeker
Look upon others with grace
That it may be applied to you
A tame tongue a kind face
Strong faith bonding like glue
So spake Simple Simon
As he walks with holy heart
Soul shining bright as Diamond
Anointed eyes like guiding star
Be not distracted by form
For this body flesh is dust
Yet to it or others do no harm
Upon God we wait and trust
Reflecting God’s love and light
Find purpose and calling in life
Anna Kalinskaya
Is the most beautiful tennis playa
Wisdom to see the difference
Insight to know when to ask
Selflessness to ask for all not one
Hope that all comes to those who care
Using the strength of your dreams
Pondering the power of a thought
Opening the doors to belief
Nurturing the love of your life
Always look to your heart
Stirring the joy of the time
Trusting the hope of us all
Answering the call from afar
Rejoicing in the result
I wish all your greatest wishes come true ...
Starlight and Blue Moon cast color above
Inspiring artists and thinkers alike
To aspire to reach their twinkling sky heights
In an artistic act of dreamy love
From all sorts of passion that they speak of
Nature’s lightening will vigorously strike
Embedding its golden whip in their psychs
Until creation of a morning dove.
A striped cat sneaks around without a care
As it embodies true simplicity
Such cat puts all ideas into its snare
Artists rely on such felicity
They’re whimsically mixing words to prepare
For hidden cat-like authenticity.