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.
Love dances in our eyes,
Can come in any shape or size,
Love we mortals personify,
Starts with twinkle in our eye,
Love is not only for the young,
Wrinkly lovers laugh for fun,
Love is for near and far,
Fur, fin, feather, Love's the star,
Love is part of adaptation,
Love for God wants faith in action,
Love can bloom or fade away,
Brief regret, on with today,
Love's torch can light our way,
Love dancing leads each day,
Love is part of our human zen,
More love needed in our global den.
Speak of the "Stripes"
Speak of the "Stars"
Speak "Hate" of "Others"
In "Racist Rant Bars"
Speak of your "Country"
Speak of your "Pride"
Speak with "Proud Voice"
The "Hate" kept "Inside"
Speak of "God's Love"
Speak of "Gold Shelves"
Speak "Hate" of "Freedom"
Speak for "Yourselves!"
I bought you star shaped lillies of blue,
just to tell you that I love you.
You are a stargirl,
You are my stargirl,
You make everyone around you feel happy,
You bring joy to life,
You slow down the fast-moving world,
You help me breathe freely,
You show kindness to all,
You spread love,
Billions of stars in the galaxy,
You are a stargirl roaming the earth,
You carry magic the universe envies,
You are special,
You complete me,
You are the reason that I am happy,
You are a stargirl,
You are my stargirl.
Dusk fell like dust.
And in the hush of the night
Stars twinkle in splendid formation:
There an Orion, or a Little Bear
Or the famous Pleiades.
So many glitters that dot the vast sky,
In essence a melody superbly charged,
Like magic fingers on an enormous scale,
Delightful arpeggio eliciting occasional sounds
Into an allegro that has one great maestro:
The silver moon that directs all
Into a masterful sonata as its rays
Penetrate on lovers as they dream
Or make love in their various restful places.
Hush, I see many on their sailing boats
Their sail cloth glimmering in silver hues
Upon the vast calm waves of the ocean
With movements of contrasting moods,
A waltz that is so refined in splendid silver sonata.
Of beauty and dreams that fade on sunrise.
That summer night air forgot to
breathe, I forgot something too.
Not sure what, but I remember:
a star landed in the curved moon
—I saw it in the reflection
of my steaming apple tea
I remember wanting to
tell you, I witnessed a celestial love:
A lone star found her place
rested in the crescent’s embrace
I thought you’d love the story, a love
defying geography. I wondered
if you were seeing what I was, if
our gazes collided
above the thin cotton clouds. I giggled
thinking perhaps it’d count
as a date. I remember
I heard you, in the barely
flowing air, your voice a hushed ghost
I tried to keep you, so
I put light between my fingers
In the wispy gray, you sounded
a little more present, defying
our past and our future—
The stale smoke
smelt nothing like you, but I
remember how it loomed around me
that night, and we watched
In the reflection,
moon and star, until
ripples swallow them into dark auburn
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 spoken and never left something unsaid
Other kept to himself so you find a way for your heart to mend
They always taught something new to me
Since I was just under Three
Just a girl that wanted her dad
Grandpas never let her stay mad
Sneaking extra Banana Popsicles when Grandma was napping
Getting into the sweet stash quietly so they didnt hear the wrapping
Grandpas had the joke and skits they played on us
Those new lighters and staples were always a lil sus
Whether it was one sneaking food off your plate
Or the making you open the pasture gate
Being told to not waste time or tears on a man who does show up
What he meant was brace yourself and keep your feet in the stirrup
People always had the chance to let me down
Grandpa showed me how to move on without a sound
Things they did shaped us into the parents we are
They've got the best seats since they became a star
There are millions of stars
Those are just the ones we can see
But there are many more
Lost to time and the universe
Each one is a long-lost dream
Or a love which went missing
However, at one time, they shone brightly
But there is a single man A
A cartographer of the stars
He listens to ancient echoes
Tracing invisible constellations
Having his life’s mission ahead of him
He tries to preserve what time tried to erase
Something mankind doesn’t know it needs
© Poem – XV/VIII/MMXXV
LRET
“If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.”
~Oscar Wilde
the sky smiles as it watches us
dance in the light of a silver moon
on the veranda of an infinite cosmos~
the only way to make a star
dance in the light of a silver moon,
to music of the spheres as it falls
into a symphony of our poem
on the veranda of an infinite cosmos
where time is the choreographer
of tangos and tragedies~
the only only way to make a star
is with each spark of love we fling
into night's lengthening shadow.
I am a reincarnated goddess avatar of love and light.
I will no longer be afraid to continue to fight
For the life I deserve, to live life is my sacred rite.
Our spark was a magenta-aqua gradient supernova.
A bright flash of love so nearly blinding it was eye-opening.
Our talks echo in the chambers of my inner cosmos.
Written July 14, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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So tiny, yet so vast: a square of purple flame,
A postal stamp formed from forever lame.
Houses at its center a half-cast, cloudy glass,
Trapped in a gilded cage of grief and lilac crevasse.
Bedecked in the hue of storm-light, a figure stands,
A gaze carved from ache, hair as comet strands.
Static roses, suffused in blue, stood behind,
Each petal burned by cords, yet spirit did not mind.
Rain doesn't soak into his skin or asphalt as he vies,
Yet, unshed tears flow from the dream to the sky.
The water leaves his clothing with faint rings,
But in this dampness, nostalgia unfurls its wings.
O, how you bend and blaze, purple witness—
A design firmly woven into the yarn of threnody.
Your quiet strength lingers as words fade,
A melody that pain cannot shatter or jade.
Let this stamp be a symbol in all mortal prayer—
For timid souls who dare not weep amid silk fare.
A poignant lament for love wrapped in mauve grief,
A message sent to a visitor, destined for the glyph.
Looking over my northern shoulder
at the changing shades of day
a weak winter sun turning twilight grey
teardrops of rain on the window
the gentle sigh of the wind
storm clouds in the evening sky
bring it all back again
poring over unwritten letters
in the solitude of night
a dim lit candle shining star white light
telephone silent unanswered
candlelight quietly dimmed
unwritten letters to no one
start it all over again
I don't want to be lonely
for the rest of my life
and if I love you only
will you stay by my side
The clock holds nothing about time,
Where a mood I star on her face.
Love, still the numbers in my cry —
The clock holds nothing about time,
A glass that's always ~left and right~
Oh, darling, for a brief while, stay —
The clock holds nothing about time,
Where a mood I star on her face.
A film star
It was not her creamy body that caught
My attention, nothing unusual about it
Curvaceous, yes but going soft, it was
Here eyes, in a blink they were blue, green
Or brown, depending on her mood that
Changed faster than traffic lights on
Sunset Boulevard
Between laughter, pain and suspicion
I could see her soul and wide-open eyes
They killed her slowly the famous men
Wouldn’t let her grow up a dumb blond
Forever
I could have made her happy, but when
I found the courage to ring her doorbell
Marilyn wasn’t around anymore.
Zen
Love is
A gold coin
That never rust