True love poems consider what makes a connection feel genuine and lasting. Trust, honesty, mutual care, patience, and the willingness to understand another person can give the speaker a way to explore love beyond its first excitement.
Read the examples below and notice how each work defines its ideal. What actions support the claim of love? A shared challenge or an ordinary gesture can give the subject depth, revealing a relationship through lived experience rather than a promise alone.
If only there was a way
to press rewind,
maybe there'd be
another road I'd find
even though I know
I'd still cross every line
and find every way
possible to remain behind
Like my fate has
already been defined,
and would constantly decline,
as if I was designed
to be blind to the fact
that I'll forever be confined,
deprived of ever finding
any form of sublime
yet after being able
to reunite with my whole soul,
something so amazing,
as we began to bind
everything felt new
It was as if our worlds
had always been waiting to collide,
revealing a new kind of love,
seeing this dimension
in a completely different way,
still intensifying deeper every day.
afraid to show one another
the true feelings
that overwhelmed our existence,
until that very instant,
our energies created
such magical brilliance
we realized our connection was
uniquely different,
truly one of a kind,
a love with endless emittance,
shining beyond the limits
of space, fate, and time
Can you still
feel our beginning?
how overwhelmingly
amazing I made you feel?
how just thinking
of me made your
heartbeat so fast,
sending that heat throughout your veins?
how it felt like there was a magnet
that pulled us to one another
and how it felt so incredibly surreal?
can you feel how you craved me
and how my soft lips
felt pressed against yours
and how it seemed like we had
already belonged to one another
an eternity of forgotten days?
can you still feel
how those
butterflies felt
when I'd pull up
in my car?
Or how badly you'd
need me next to you
when we were far
apart?
Can you feel
how when we kissed
it felt like fire
burning throughout your soul
and how you had told me
that I was the first and only
woman that made you feel whole?
do I consume your thoughts
while you're awake & in your dreams?
are you still so positive
that you and i were meant to be?
can you still hear that voice in your head
that told you I was the one
the very moment you laid eyes on me—
because I am still trapped inside the smoke.
As the deer longs for running streams—
Therese missed chocolate éclair creams
That’ll make sense if you see her movie
by St. Luke Productions — it is groovy! :)
But in the last scene, her soul rose above—
her prior statement, proclaiming True Love!
How it feels, to touch the knowledge
That reveals the magic power
See me fluting in the foliage
Like Henry Rousseau’s Snake Charmer
Though no snake crawls up enticed
While I play El Condor Pasa
That’s for better, I surmised
And the wind blew stronger, gusting
Clouds of the pink and blue
Changed their forms with every second
Then I saw the face of you
Laughing : now you got me beckoned!
As I smiled back to reply
Blue turned grey and pink turned red
Withered leaves spun in the sky
Falling on your flower bed..
Leather jacket bowties swoon in summer night
Eyes alight in soft somber roman candle smiles
Running starts into sky diving the coastline in her smile
Painted sky lines of dying suns swirled in amber spread across the embers of daytime
Hanging hopes like fairy light the music of fluttered heartbeats escape into heavy blue scene
Promises, hearted eyes dot the lines where she parked on the lawn
Disguised in possibilities the words so spoken and sweet
Abstract in my thinking the way her way of human has caused me to be
Fine art on the horizon, hair that dances with no invitations for me
Holding my breath for the moment as the dream calls out
Dreamers alight and spread out like birthday candles
All breath, all heights, feet dangle toes touching stars
Floating up, swelling in protest as the downside is all up
It seems obvious to me
That we’ve been here before
But don’t ask me if I see
Who we were so long ago
I think many feel the same
Though they make of it a joke
Once I had a different name
Different tongue I spoke
Once you came down, dressed in satin
We went walking in the park
You bombarded me with Latin
Quoting Horace and Plutarch
You were laughing your head off
In the pouring rain
We were happy, weren’t we, love?
Bring it back again…
When asked if I am home
By those I don't wish to be around
I say that I'm about to leave
I say that i am about to leave
somewhere I know they can't go
Due to the fact
I also have no clue where it
Is that I am going
or when I get there if I'll stay
So instead I say
I'm out of town
Somewhere no one
Would look for me
Or for who I was with
Because I'm with him
Him being the one
Who has shown me these new places
Where we have made
many new memories
In every way possible
He completes me
And it is him
That is the view
From out of town
Because he is home
Away from home
When I am not there when
Some one knocks
Or rings my doorbell
Or puts their ears up to hear
If anyone is there being silent
Is anyone there trying to be quiet
I am not home in my home
But I am home when
I’m With him
Where must these wisps of words lie?
When these limbs are lost and tortured by the taste of touch,
Let the sky hold our voices in a ventura vortex,
I beseech the sun to undress the stars,
our twirling twinkles aren’t meant to be locked in glass jars,
Hopelessly harboring the starvation for your grunts,
If you dare, pierce the navigating needle of night
Torment the twisted thread of the moon,
Sew the silhouette of our songs into the slopes of my skin,
Sultry seamster, sway the sounds of unspeakable sins,
Deep into the hidden places where I begin,
Make a madness out of my resisting lips until they comply
Corrupt the parts I pretend to play,
“a damsel in deny.”
Don’t let the sheets speak of the heat I hide,
When the tailored tints on these thighs were stolen for a reckless joyride,
Guide my graze along the spine of your abyss,
For the ridges of your lungs left an addictive ambiance,
Venomous ventriloquist, versed to veil the vixen of the vapors.
Patient, kind, yet so often so passionate.
You always make me feel so content.
Giving you peace and pleasure is my intent.
Our feelings for each other are so ornate.
Calm, composed, yet at times so dominant.
The way you speak to me is always erotic:
In every sense your love is pure magic.
You remind me there's no reason to resent.
Confident, soft-hearted, and open-minded.
Even whenever I feel our ship's departed,
You reach for me in same ways we started.
With you I feel our ages are rewinded.
Everything you are: two sides of same coin.
I love how together we are more ourselves.
Our poems for each other shall fill shelves.
I know in every lifetime we shall rejoin.
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.
Always loved by you.
I was with you thick and through
In every lifetime.
In our every moment now,
There's our love's eternal vow.
AS I LAY SLEEPING
As I lay sleeping
I feel your arms encircle me
As I stir in my sleep
Our bodies are skin on skin
My body is slowly starting to wake
As your fingertips gently
Caresses my face and arms
As I lay sleeping
I hear you whisper my name
While telling me how much
I meant to you
My body relaxes against yours
With the knowledge that
I am safe in your arms
As I lay sleeping
I softly turn towards you
As you gently kiss
my ear down to my neck
As I lay sleeping
You gently tell me to go back to sleep
As you will be there in the morning light.
Original Poem by
Linda Franklin
5
I do not ask for toys or sweets,
Or skirts with—watcha call it?—pleats,
I do not want this thing or other,
I want a sister or a brother.
15
She sprained her arm, she bruised her head.
I hear her crying in her bed.
It was my bike she broke. No matter,
I want my sister to get better.
30
She married her beloved Rob.
She has a kid, a part-time job.
She seems so happy, and I’m hoping
Her future stays forever open.
50
She stays afloat, she pays her bills,
She fights her wrinkles and her ills.
I know her life cannot be easy.
I only want a little visit.
70
I ask “How long from now?” as if
The doc can give me years to live.
Too soon, when I am ash and embers,
I want my sister to remember…
So kind of you to bring me into this life,
You're a strong mother and a loving wife.
I asked for nothing in return, yet everything I got,
I'm nothing without the gifts you gave,
That others would have simply forgot.
A dog is a man's best friend, but that's simply not true,
'Cause my best friend is a mother in the shape of you.
You raised me well, and I inherited the good,
You're the one who always understood.
For I wouldn't be breathing and living my time,
Without your bravery, I'm lucky to call you a mother of mine.
For I see fields of blossoms, marching in pink,
All my chapters are together through the joy you link.
You're the rock that keeps me strong,
Your existence I will forever long.
You're a soothing song that I so dearly play,
I will remember your kindness every second of every day.
You're a painting that bursts into a million different meanings,
You look after me and give me all the good feelings.
The day I lose you in the mist of God,
My grief won't be sadness, but the longing will be strong.
I'll celebrate the moments that you will miss,
As I know you'll be watching, giving me one final kiss.
Home tonight for E. Fitzgerald V. Vangouh
Carry on
Carry on
why'd you go
away,
the summers not
over yet
Stop the midnight
traffic
with your sour notes
stop it all in your
truse
"starry-starry
night"
paint the picture
& paint it right
Capture all that
turns the air grey
To capture all that
is turning the night time
Gay.
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