Sweet Valentines Day Poems | Examples

These Sweet Valentines Day poems are examples of Valentines Day poems about Sweet. These are the best examples of Valentines Day Sweet poems written by international poets.

Carnelian, please, I need my strength;
Tell goldstone to be here in lengths
And dragon stone will guide me through,
With rose quartz here, for loving you.
My pyrite guides me to the left.
Labradorite leaves my hand, bereft.
And though my quartz is tattered and shattered,
Tell amethyst that it never mattered.
Just let me cry and let me sing--
Just let my heart explode again!
Snowflake obsidian strips me naked.
Strengthening contrasts are so sacred.
I'll put this rose quartz to my disposal,
Gift opalite ring, accept my proposal
And be with me forevermore.
Please, please be mine, forevermore

© Abijah H.  

 
No chocolates, no flowers, no sweet Valentine's treat,
Just the bitter taste of defeat.
 
No cuddles, no kisses, no romance so grand,
Because, darling, you just couldn't handle this hand.
 
I'm a whirlwind, a hurricane, a chaotic delight,
Too much spice for your palate, too dazzlingly bright.
 
You wanted a calm sea, a gentle breeze' sigh,
But I'm a volcano, erupting to the sky.
 
I dance in the rain, I laugh at the storm,
While you sought shelter, keeping perfectly warm.
 
You craved serenity, a predictable pace,
But I'm a rollercoaster, a wild, thrilling chase.
 
So no chocolates, no flowers, no Valentine's Day cheer,
Just a solo celebration, with a metaphorical beer
.
Because darling, while you couldn't handle my flair,
There's someone out there who will, I swear!
 
They'll embrace the chaos, the glitter, the glee,
And find my wild spirit, the best part of me.
 
So farewell, my love, it's time to move on,
To someone who'll join my crazy dawn.

© Laura Wooders  

Chocolates... Roses...
The questions love poses...
Does he or doesn't he?
She cannot say...
Soft breezes...	Moonlight...					
Shooting stars take flight...			
Sad uncertainties...				
Valentine's Day...				

Dinner... Dancing...
Such sweet romancing...
The morning sun rising
Seems so far away.
Whispers... Soft sighs...
Gazing into his eyes...
But still no "I love you's"
Valentine's Day

	Why must he leave her uncertain?
	Why must she hold to her dreams?
	Why can't she pull back the curtains?
	Could it be more than it seems?
	Should she be constantly guessing?
	Should she just give it away?
	Should she just count all her blessings?
	Hold on to hope day to day?

Morning... Sunlight...
He kissed her goodnight...
But he didn't tell her
What she wants him to say.
Candies... Flowers...
Gone like the hours
They had together,
Valentine's Day.

© Stephen Tefft  

On Valentine’s Day
Back when I was a kid,
This, I recall, is
What my father did.

He brought me a heart
Filled with chocolates inside
And chocolate cigars
He’d my brothers provide.

I guess for my mom
There was candy as well,
But that wasn’t something
On which I would dwell.

A gift from my dad
Was a rare kind of treat
Which, to memory’s gaze,
Still remains very sweet.

© Ilene Bauer  

Tell me you still love me 
And that would be just fine
There's nothing else I'd ask for
Except you, Valentine
But I'll just have to wait and hope 
One day that you'll be mine
And if you hope that I'll be yours 
Then dos will be the sign

© Andres Luis Bigote  

Love surrounds us
Love me tender
Ever so smooth
Captivated Love
Roses are red
Pebbles divine
Devoted love to each other kind
We have no boundaries only desires
Loved unlimited
Years of love sip
Kisses that fit
Sweet beyond candy
Sugar always the right ingredient
Love you now even more
The culprit arrow of love everlasting
Love still strong, and caressed in your arms I will always belong
Happy Valentine’s Day 
Now and forever more
Champagne glass lift
Kiss to lips

© Anthony Blake  

My Valentine has a ticket to ride;
So London town beware!
New wings will carry her up north; 
A pass to Leicester Square.
Let Big Ben toll and chime aloud;
St James's Park prepare;
The hustle of the Covent calls;
For her to stop and glare.
Our Festival will a singing show;
But not a stage needs she;
For Shakespeare wets her rosy lips;
Or a lovely cup of tea.
A winking Thames will guide her way,
Along a South Bank charming;
For knowing swans will nod and sway;
To see again their darling.
And she indeed is friend in kind;
To changing guards and steads;
A wine bar to intrigue her sense;  
But a wooden hut to feast!
She rides the tube - this surfing queen;
No palace holds her bound;
No chains to shackle regal wrists;
In no tower is she found.
Free as the wind, sweet honey bee;
She feeds my love in rations;
My desire for her will never fade;
But London is her passion!

© Emmanuel Paul  

I have a rattling fine golden necklace 
It always shines sharply by  sunshine 
I have been quietly enjoying her bright face
And asking the lights to attract her grace 

She finally smiled and knocked at me politely 
That made me feel seeing flowers blooming
In me, timing seems right, and singing is bright
And listen! Her voice!  Is it attending to land in

The message to say? Uncle full of white-grey
Don't be shy to agree to the tell that I judge 
You had gorgeous sleep with a romance dream!

© Xuefeng Pan  

Dear Romeo,

There is no time on the clock that does not hold your memory. There is always a breeze in the air that carries the essence of your presence.

The most pleasurable sight of my entire life is the lotus I have. My lord of life and love, I offer you my purest feelings, for they are the only treasure I possess—a collection of years, the purest of the pure and the sweetest of the sweet.

I have nothing but vivid images in which you looked so beautiful and soft, like a flower.

I cried hard, but love did not vanish into the sea of seven tears—neither the love from my heart nor the flame of you from my mind.

This Valentine’s Day, I am still waiting for you, this time far away in an unknown land.

My dear Romeo, a day will come when time shall turn, and I shall find you, for love never goes unrewarded.

In this city of temples, I will worship in every shrine for years, praying for our union. And I hope you will come from the city of trains.

May you glow more and more in the moonlight as you watch over my balcony.

My moon-like Romeo.

© Deepu Bharti  

the roses scream in silken wails
red-stained whispers, love impaled
thorns still buried in my spine
a gift from you, my valentine

your kisses bled, your touch was steel
soft as razors, sharp and real
your vow, a noose of silk and lace
tightened in a last embrace

petals wilt in crimson streams
love runs deeper than it seems
with every thorn, a sweet refrain—
i’d die to feel your touch again

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© Alesia Leach  

The candles flicker, set the mood,
A night for love, a touch so rude.
You steal a kiss, I tease and gleam,
Tonight, my love, we’ll make you scream.

The wine is poured, the lights are low,
You whisper things that make me glow.
Your hands explore—a wicked dream,
Tonight, my love, we’ll make you scream.

The chocolate melts on my tongue,
A taste so sweet yet far too young.
You bite your lip—oh, how obscene,
Tonight, my love, we’ll make you scream.

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© Alesia Leach  

Like heaters with thousands of watts
Hot passion burns hearts into knots
Instead of this norm
To find love that’s warm
Form relations with chocolàtes

A honeyed and candied sweet taste
Entwined under lingerie laced
As valentine treat
Is the finest eat
Lucky tongues have ever embraced

© Duke Beaufort  

into night's refrain

        flavored sighs stroke mound of  lips --

                  weaving sweet passion

© Nette Onclaud  

 
wrapped in his strong arms
roses forgotten at door ~
my sweet valentine

© Constance La France  

 in his gaze I see
love reflecting back to me -
his sweet smiling eyes

© Andrea Dietrich