Sweet poems may express affection, capture an endearing moment, or linger over a pleasant sensory experience. A thoughtful gesture, a familiar voice, or a small shared pleasure can give the verse its warmth.
Read the examples below and consider what creates that feeling. Notice the detail that makes the tenderness personal rather than general. If choosing a poem to share, look for a tone and scene that suit the recipient and the relationship you want to recognize.
There's
No rush
This morning;
Take your time and
Breathe in the dawn air.
Voices are soft with sleep,
As if mimicking the breeze
Rustling through the bright autumn leaves.
A fresh pot of coffee is waiting,
And at the table, I see you are too.
I take my place beside you and feel
A content kind of laziness.
We talk, about nothing much,
But it fills my heart so;
And we talk for hours,
Our roots unmoved
By the time
Passing
By.
This must be what clinically depressed means.
Drive. Clean. Watch tv. Forget the names
of every flower in the temperate zone.
Go on alone. Keep sleeping. Saturday’s
the sweetest day, all joy, you’re off the clock,
participation’s optional. Each email
a flame of passion. Insects have souls too,
consciousness, a feeling of Flying. Beeing.
Not only humans long for liberation,
no body, no soul, no mirror, no black hole.
Are not the satisfactions of being a good man
among our fellow men enough to sustain us
anymore? A rock thrown, a crow, nemesis.
As I think of things to do I do them.
A most delicious sound that I love the most,
Is the pat-of-butter scratch on morning toast!
In late January, I met them. It was a corner that I finally turned in my life. Shy… that was never me until I lost my friends. And when I found new ones, I was still that.
But friendships are sweet.
We acted like we'd known each other forever after a month, and it was almost a honeymoon period. I was learning inside jokes and the tea about all the guys.
See… friendships are sweet.
Prom was exactly four months after we met, and we all were in our gowns and new at this, being freshman that year. I left them for a bit, to talk to my crush, and they kept cheering me on. I love them so much.
Friendships are so sweet.
Never forget that.
They'll grow into a tree that bears many aamazing fruits, and you jus have to be patient with it.
Three O'clock; I wake
Dancing with my sweet demons
More sleepless, bleak nights
Of doubt and stark misery
Second-guessing my motives.
To Grandma, an apple can make pie.
My darling is the apple of my eye.
These sweet thoughts visit me
as I pick an apple from a tree -
pity that it takes a bite to learn
what an apple is to a worm.
Your voice is my beloved ocean blue.
Your love makes my aura glow every hue.
You always show me how our love is true.
Like a tide, you wait for me to come to you.
You're my moon, guiding thick and through.
You are the night gently holding me, too.
I am a shooting star granting wishes for you.
Like our love, our souls: timeless and true.
Your eyes and smile make me feel less blue.
Your tenderness brightens my aura's hue.
You've stayed whenever I was in deep rue.
Like the Earth, you orbit me, and I orbit you.
Your patient, forgiving soul reminds me too:
I as well can be just as deeply loving as you.
Your love makes me want to follow through
With all things our souls are set out to do.
SWEET FIELDS OF EDEN
Oh sweet fields of Eden
When, do hear your call
Still, my eyes are open
Still, my darkness falls
Know my heart is bleeding
My soul has given all
To breath the air of freedom
Inside your garden walls
Anticipation
Promise made prior
No more worries
Shredding tears no more
Painless vibes
Rejoice being delivered
Actual guarantee
Far Beyond Earth
Naked human eyes can’t see
Ridges of my heart
Blessing deep down in my soul
Cries making it all possible
Meeting Christ face to face
Created me from beginning in his trace
His image and my perfection
Feeling of belonging
Preparation from birth
The day, hour and moment
Journey to everlasting
Home away from home
Heaven’s shelter
Peaceful and caring roam
My home sweet home.
A curled pink nail,
tap on navy blue,
garment I wore,
benchmark blazer,
and matching pants,
whilst idly gazing,
at top shelf luxuries,
with lavish design,
a tinctured twang,
“beyond my grasp,”
that felicitous plead,
from ethereal elder,
whose finger points,
to green leaf motif,
breakfast tea box,
tucked between,
medley of brands,
behind shelf label,
“your lofty stature,”
“towering boon,”
her citrine whisper,
my wobbly lurch,
I self adjust now,
before the setting,
of caffeine boost,
in basket mesh,
hug swops usher,
vanishing in lane
You be my sunshine, and I'll be your blue, together by choice, not held by glue.
Sunshine brings shadow, and shadow brings blue,
yet neither is hated; both are true.
Yellow and blue, when we collide,
we don't vanish, we don't hide.
We make green, of leaf and life,
like finger paints at the age of five.
So let me be the shadow
that knows you, yet completes you.
I spend 80% of the day waiting for you to come home
And the other 20% hoping you won't leave again.
It's never easy
But through the summer's and winter's,
those fresh spring's and chilly fall's
I'll be there.
Right where you left me
The life of a pet is never easy.
For my sweet Claire, Caedon, Colton, and Scarlett
This for you is a promise ring –
let me tell you what it means.
A reminder that you are always loved –
no matter how hard life may seem.
That I love you, and so do others –
that your love that your best and your worst.
And you love to love just as much as I do –
but please promise to love yourselves first!
These rings that I made mean forever –
(forever) have your own space in my heart.
And forever I'll always be with you –
Yes, that's even when we're far apart.
Now lastly I give you this symbol [Vegvisir] –
(which is) a promise all in its own.
No matter how lost you may find yourself –
That you will always find your way home!
I love you SO much! Never ever forget! Love, Mommy
(And Aunt Chelsea)
Fair maiden with the locks of molten gold,
Whose gentle grace doth make the sun seem dim,
No earthly treasure that the heavens hold
Can match thy virtue, pure in every limb.
Thine eyes, like morning dew upon the rose,
Do awaken all my spirit with delight;
When darkness falls and all the world doth close,
Thy shining tresses guide me through the night.
Sweet lady, let my humble heart draw near,
To tender thee a vow that shall endure;
Through every changing season of the year,
My love for thee abides forever sure.
No fleeting time can fade thy radiant hair,
Nor dim the sweet perfection of thy face;
For God hath framed no creature half so fair,
Nor crowned a maiden with so bright a grace.
My Sweet Girl
Giddy baby, giggles and dimples,
hardly ever cried
Except when time for Mommy’s awaking,
With patient eyes she spied.
Humming with gurgling baby sounds,
Hair wispy softly curled,
Watching down the hall to catch me,
By precious, my sweet girl.
Quietly at play all the while,
two fingers in her mouth,
By chance If hearing my door open,
Only then she cried aloud.
If I could skip across the hall,
Bathroom just across from my room,
It must be done without a sound
I would quickly zoom.
But if she saw me my sweet girl,
would loudly make it known
Cries interpreted “Aha! I see you!
Your cover has now been blown!”
Sweet Categories
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birthday, dreams, friends, girlfriend, good morning, good night, her, him, i love you, love, romantic, roses are red, wife
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