Love Woman Poems | Examples
These Love Woman poems are examples of Woman poems about Love. These are the best examples of Woman Love poems written by international poets.
Perfect Woman
Conductress. Hatvan-Somoskoujfalu trainline in Hungary
I often travel on this line. Beautiful view from the window
Amazing, this land. This is my heart. Magnificent, lovely villages
Loving to come here. Heavenly destination. It’s my land
Hmm. Home. Good to feel this air. Feeling. Only one. Exists here
Frozen time. Always the same. Past, present. One. Here. I am.
A lady. On the train. I saw her many times. Beautiful. Conductress
Hmm. Smiling always. Hmm. I love her. She is perfect. A perfect. Woman.
Mature. Nice apple. Fruit. Hmm. I can’t taste. She has family
I love her
I respect her
Hmm
I get off
At my station
Not beauty’s flame that soon will fade,
Nor jewels bright, nor silks arrayed,
But gentle speech that soothes the day,
And steadfast truth that will not stray.
He seeks a heart both calm and kind,
A loyal hand his own to bind,
A quiet strength, a tender ear,
A faithful soul that holds him near.
Not fleeting charm nor fleeting praise,
But love that lights the darkest ways,
A patient hope, a watchful prayer,
A presence constant, always there.
Thus finds he treasure, tried and true,
Not gold nor pearl, but spirit too,
A crown of grace, a guiding star—
Such is the woman loved afar.
The English woman
There is an English woman who comes
to our flat twice a week to do housework
She has fallen on hard times, not for me to ask
She has five cats, and I think a man left her
She is publishing a book on Kindle when
I ask if it is about sweet kittens, and she laughs
My innocence tells me it is about love
She likes coming here, because she is not
overburdened with dirty dishes, my wife
seen to it that I do the cleaning and empty
the bins
She has lived a long time in Portugal, my
wife and her sit in the kitchen talking
Woman be safe, and put your health before your need for wealth.
Wealth is good, and money is a need, but health and safety are the first and most important thing you need to live.
Woman please be safe, and use all the care for yourself, love yourself and don’t be in a rush.
Take time in your life, to build your life, making every decision that will help you get to all your goals in life.
No need to rush, or make a hasty choice, love and care are the things you need most in life.
Woman, please stay safe, use your time wisely, don’t let anyone rush you into a choice, stay aware and take care of yourself.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Let my prayer be prepared,
Like angel dust,
And blaze up into heaven,
As a chariot;
So, laud an audience with God,
Who is above;
For she’s the one I want,
In my heart O’ love;
Two ways to live, love:
Dwelling on banks of Ganges
Heavenward to move,
Betwixt breasts where heaven is,
Forgetting moral judges.
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Translation (Tanka, Senryu + couplet) | 32.08.2025 | woman, beautiful
Note: Here is a verse (in Anushtubh meter) from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). Where and how should one live? The poet offers two alternatives: Either on the bank of Ganges for spiritual pursuits or between two breasts of a beautiful woman in pursuit of passion. The verse creates here fine assonance with two pairs of rhyming words-- paapa-vaarini vaarini and mano-haarini haarini. Here is the transliteration:
Avaasah kriyataam gaange,
paapa-vaarini vaarini |
Stana madhye tarunyaa vaa,
mano-haarini haarini || 67 ||
I hear the way you talk
of your friends without end,
the gossip goes on non-stop,
about them and their men,
so vicious the things you say,
shock to see, candidly,
imagine what you must claim
about me, when you’re free…
Back it up,
take that sh-t elsewhere,
woman, I no longer care.
Pack it up,
The drama I’ll spare,
woman, I no longer care.
Eyes sparkle when thing go wrong,
like a beast set to feast,
all the chaos makes you strong,
that you seek, like a treat.
Relish when your friends get rough,
their beak-ups, you just love,
you can never get enough,
in your gut need this stuff.
Back it up,
take that sh-t elsewhere,
woman, I no longer care.
Pack it up,
the drama I’ll spare,
woman, I no longer care.
I see your words and lies
going around everywhere,
it makes you feel alive,
when all their mistakes you blare.
Makes you think you’re better,
your ego is a damn addict,
go peddle it online,
I have got no time for this.
Back it up,
take that sh-t elsewhere,
woman, I no longer care.
Pack it up,
the drama I’ll spare,
woman, I no longer care.
It will only end in despair.
Jealous is my God, who wants me in submission, only giving our love and attention to his plan.
Jealous is my God, who told us of the punishment to us and our descendants.
Jealous is my God, that leads me through this life, with signs from above that light my path.
Jealous is my God, that has a plan, that makes me pray to see the plan clear.
Jealous is my God, that wants no other God before him, he told us that he is number one.
Jealous is my God, of his people, who wants us to have no one before him.
Jealous is my God, that told us with his prophets, that anything that leads us astray is from the opposer, the one that wants to separate us from life, and make us stay forever in the dark.
Jealous is my God, that made us from his image, that wants us to love and be kind to one another.
Jealous is my God, that sent his son, to lead us to forever life, by making a path for us home.
Jealous is my God, that loves us so much, that he created us to be his family for life.
Lifting prayers to God, for love and life and beyond.
The fight may be a disaster,
The words may be can fly,
May be it can take a long time;
To soft embrace,
To gentle kiss,
To a tied hug to fill the space!
Is there something new??
A quiet strength begins to shine!
No sweet love,
No kind apology,
Just resolution,
wild and strongly free.
She stands alone,
And learns to be a fortress built for only her.
Each scar a lesson,
sharp and deep,
A solemn promise she will keep.
The emotional tides,
She learns to ride,
with no one there to stand beside her.
She is the anchor,
firm and true.
A victory she finds in you.
So let the fight not lead to love,
but to power from above.
A woman strong,a spirit bold,
more precious than a tale of gold
Like lifting up the spirit,
To His Majesty, I’ll pray,
Entertaining heaven,
For she’s lavishly arrayed;
May our time,
Chime at hand;
Building within me:
She’s a tenor, noted,
Splendidly sustained;
So, let it be –
Oft resting under wooded trees
Roams she, hides head behind bent knees,
Adjusts her scant bosom rag, tries
To foil peering moon’s prying eyes.
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Translation (quatrain) | 30.08.2025 | woman, moon
Note: Here is a verse (in Upajati meter) from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). A woman is separated from her husband and roams looking for him, hiding in shadows of woods, adjusting her meagre bosom cloth, sparing it as if from peering moon’s prying eyes. Here is the transliteration of the Sanskrit verse:
Vishramya vishramya vana-drumaanaam
Chaayaasu tanvi vichachaar kaachit |
Stana-uttareeyena karot dhrtena
Nivaarayanti shashinah mayookhaan || 56 ||
Tonight in her the man in the moon is young —
He pulls her skin like a dog's white fang biting,
A chain above in her throat like a lump hung,
She's an apparition under his body —
All his crater's virtuoso in her struck.
The dreams still go on with so little lighting,
Another prison his peripheral view —
It's woman glimpsed in, by the man in the moon.
My God is good all the time, he sends me love when I am down.
My God is like the shinning sun, he warms my heart and makes me feel love all the time.
My God is everywhere like the air, he is moving around in every time.
My God I love you every day, you make my moments feel so much joy that it makes me smile all day.
My God is like magic, he calls me up in my dreams, I feel his presence all around, yet I do not see anyone.
My God is like a parent that watches us like we are children.
Making me think that this is trap or a test to see if we really belong to him.
My God made man from the dirt, and warned us that we will return to the dirt if he wants.
My God made women from the man, the man that each woman can depend, for love and strength and all of life’s ups and downs.
My God guides me through this life making me feel I am not alone.
Thanking God, today and always for all of life.
what's not to love!
I'm fun and I'm quirky
unusually charming
I like to be happy
and it doesn't take much
a kind word a warm smile
from a guy who's got love in his heart
I watched the moon. Hide once behind the clouds.
Do you know how many times you made me proud?
I'm gonna speak to them now. A million times allowed.
Because you are what, let me hide behind the clouds
Won't you turn around, please, and let me be seen?
For everything we are and everything that we've been..
I promise I'll complete you if you stay with me..
'Cause I remember the nights when you'd lie with me
And we'd talk and touch, and we'd fall asleep
I would wake in your arms and finally feel at ease.
I still have my shirt in a dresser drawer,
The one with the diamonds, which you liked at that store
Then life became a violent storm
Oh, how it's raining.
Oh how the water falls
I used to think we had safety.
That was set in stone,
But now I just miss you, and I lie awake. Left alone!