Romantic Valentines Day Poems | Examples
These Romantic Valentines Day poems are examples of Valentines Day poems about Romantic. These are the best examples of Valentines Day Romantic poems written by international poets.
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO MY QUEEN, BARBARA
(She Is 82, And On The 15th, I’ll Be 84)
Everyday,
From the beginning,
Has been Valentine’s Day
For you and me:-
And the old axiom is true:
The more things change,
The more they seem
To remain the same:-
Yes,
Over the years,
Much in our lives
Have changed;
Yet, the eternal love
That I have for you,
Has remained the same!
Hey, what else can I say?
And this is always how
It is going to be
Between you and me:-
Our onderful supreme love
Is a oneness—gracious one—
Eternally pour out in onement
From the Cistern of love above:-
For us, one and one, will always be two,
That is one, wherever we may be:
Thus, is the love of the oneness of you and me:-
I felt your love and passionate dart,
in my lonely and loving heart.
He presents me with a scarlet rose
I'm hoping that he will propose!
Two hearts sunset red
chocolates scarlet bouquet.
Romantic evening
Blue night birds singing starlit
yellow moon on jade hill sits.
while nightfall sizzles
tangy wind pats our flesh ...
gentle like hushed kiss!
our-- 2 syllables
The Awakening
Morning
Silence, golden
Stirring, warming, blooming
Hope shall awaken with the dawn
Awake
Steps Forward
Dreaming
Softness, sharing
Growing, reaching, daring
Soft footprints upon the pathway
Advance
Midday Dance
Sunlight
Bold, unyielding
Shining, lifting, guiding
Hearts beating in a steady rhyme
Alive
Evening Whispers
Shadows
Cool, retreating
Soothing, calming, fading
Soft hush of a gentle twilight
Release
Night’s Embrace
Starlight
Silent, tender
Watching, yearning, dreaming
Temptations unite all to rest
Complete.
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romantic kisses
a gift on valentine's day
wrapped in love's embrace
Of love's joy, and
fond mystery, too much
can never be said,
nor tenderly written
poetically read~
lavishly spread!
Let poet's all proclaim
in unison, another day
of oceans, teeming with
chocolate hearts --
rose scent Everest' tall
a mass of gems gifted
that would even dwarf
those guarded towers
of the bejeweled royal! --
Throw kisses plenty, enough to melt and heat
a world of frigid Arctic seas. Let all, who have
not yet, add their hopeful names
to Valentines tenderly evolving bliss-list --
Let even, us, well seasoned participants celebrate
again with the young on this blessed, sacred eve --
again my love
imprint our names, sealed
forever~ with True Love's, indelible kiss.
plan a special day
romantic, warm, candlelit place....
wash those stinky feet
night sparks exploding
forevermore valentine ~
in my snug caress
in our secret world
lips to lips
our hearts in passion
pound
our needs
in whispers sound
pleasure's fever
in desire unchained
the crescendo choir
of words
fans the fire
love floats
on thermals
of
kissing
missing minutes
become
hours
in the longing
to give
to receive
to touch
cuddle
& caress
she
my
valentine
Doubtless
Love is the main
subject of poetry
Lord knows, that Special Eve
Poor Muse given little rest --
Will her poet's heart
pass quill’s definitive
Romantic Test?
Write should be Eternally-true --
Original, composed just for you!
(From a self proclaimed Bard, Hallmark
seeming
will mean they are obviously through)
God!~ I hate this day!
Therefore, if lean my
words to her cherub ears
(dear God)
let them trill fuller
and a fond octave finer --
and if sounding weathered
my rhyme and form, please
send a mending air, elevating
all tattered, cloudy words~ enriching
each, with a silky-glossy-silver liner --
And if that's not enough...
Screw it....
Bought me blue roses,
And served me seafood salad
And dizzying red wine,
Best Valentine of my life.
By the time I met her,
I no longer cared what might occur.
Having grown weary of romance,
I was reluctant to take another chance.
Romantic encounters had left me uninterested.
That is, until that Sunday I was arrested;
Arrested and captured by a beauty in the pew.
There was something about her that was new.
I watched her more than just a time or two
and kept staring at her with a different view.
I was hesitant at making a move right away;
But I could not shake what I felt that Sunday.
In a college town on a street called Dewey avenue,
my interest in her did not deminish, but rather, it grew.
50 plus years have come and gone since I ringed her finger.
I am sometimes amazed at what just one look can engender.
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I recall you, that suave cologne, your black tuxedo with red satin sash.
My taffeta, crimson ballgown that crinkled, we the outstanding duo.
At the San Francisco’s, suave Faimont Hotel’s
elelegant, primo, Valentine Bash.
Moments like these, scented with Guerlain mists, are my twinkling majie noir.
Bending me over the balcony with tender yet exciting, hot kisses.
A magical foggy San Francisco night,
If only, there were many, star-studded moe!