Love Writing Poems | Examples
These Love Writing poems are examples of Writing poems about Love. These are the best examples of Writing Love poems written by international poets.
A sketchbook from back then
was stained with abstract colors
like our ten fingers
why didn't we arrange bright colors back then?
black, blue, and white
mixed together without a basis
I remember very well
how the pattern was ultimately
ruined by the darkness
while you labored
on your own sketch
and I only knew a little about that fetish
We grew like shoots
far away from the colors back then
like a line that had been etched
sometimes we disappeared
I still live with bangs on my forehead
exactly the same as back then
and you still like classic cars?
maybe we've only gone a few steps
Count 20, open eyes
ahh, that's just a coincidence
I still scold Wednesday
but you look good
with those stripes
Sometimes you give in
waiting for me to run awkwardly across
you strummed that music
making me confused
guessing your dream last night
but you were far more confused
because you didn't say anything
Do you still remember
the flaw in my eye?
While I was still writing poetry
I seemed to be starting to forget the calm
shape of your Adam's apple
when you drew black lines on our sketch.
want write poems that not
bout politics life's weighty
absurdities death's grip all
simple poems contentment
son's enthusiasm energy
wife's cooking heroic endurance
kitten's bouncing curiosity
old cat's slowing solitude
dog praying hard reform
colors fall newness spring
mowing leaves grass gazing
on in forest looking beyond
tree tops lake mirage day
venus mars night
bach lifting toward
mozart floating down
heaven singing love conquering
fulfilled voluntary unions bodies
cooperation nations peace
strength through peace soul society
treading softly near edge
old habit making safe path
some sweet day will
Ignored wounds
do not bleed at once,
but when touched for cure
they ache longer than they should,
reminding us how silence gathers dust
inside the body.
It is not that love is feared,
only that sometimes
its arrival feels unnecessary
like an extra flame
in a room already warm.
Still, a newborn’s breath
teaches another language of affection,
a fragile trust resting
in the hollow of two palms.
Love moves gently,
care bends like grass in wind,
affection lingers in corners
where no one thought to look.
And the hands--
they rise as sky,
they fold as umbrella,
they open as shelter.
One gesture,
a thousand meanings,
all carrying us
a little further away from hurt.
Your shoes are getting shabby
over time and the story that has been spun
Do you still remember the drawing paper and brush?
I painted the colors that were dark at the time
Then we drew together
In flowing, abstract strokes
Ahh, I remember so well
The field across from our classroom
15 years old in the drizzle
The first piece of cake you took from my hand
And a book that made us dizzy
We were still so young
With hearts clean and untainted by love
Still pure in the grip of friendship
Will you remember it well?
Two young people now fragile in adulthood
And if I reach out
To just be friends again
At least we won't fall into despair
I'll run again at 20
If that's what you want
I can play in the rain on the asphalt
Without the soothing petrichor
If 20 minutes without your shadow ever existed
I'll cry my eyes out
Then laugh again
No longer able to use metaphors
In romantic stories
Sarcastic erases so much
Let's breathe a sigh of relief
We're no longer at the end of the road
But truly at the end
Not waving in a single word
Turning back into isolation
I have read a lot of books
Not sure what I remember of them
Written a lot of poetry
Yet cannot recite any of it
I have lived a lot of days
Faint memories entwined
In fluffed and softened lies
I cannot unentangle them
I have loved and been loved
Shared the pain and joy of both
Inhaled the breath of generations
Destined to remember me
I have grown old
And yet my mind resists
The weakness of my body
Calling forth its inner youth
I have read a lot of books
I have lived a lot of days
I have loved and been loved
I have grown old
And still I read
I write, I remember,
I love and am loved
For life demands it
Listen to the wind sweeping autumn leaves,
pirouetting amongst a citrine sunset.
Whilst light rain collects at corners of windowsills,
illumination from a crackling fire
bounces upon unpigmented mourning walls.
Silent weeping occupies microcrevices,
confined within the splintering memories.
The creaking of an antique rocking chair
melds with the restless nocturnal atmosphere,
of time no longer waiting in the shadows.
Sheer onyx fabric draped over photographs—
death came much earlier, not from hate or spite,
but to erase the endless suffering,
of years wreathing in perpetual chronic pain,
locked within fragile bones and a trapped mind.
So do not curse the gods, my dearest love,
nor get lost in voids of sorrow oblivion.
Know peace has now been brought to my tired soul;
I wait patiently until we are one again.
"LISTEN to the Wind as it sparks your imagination giving life to the words you write." By Poet
LISTEN to the wind as it softy blows,
so soft it can barely be felt as I write.
As I find gentle words for my pen to write with,
words filled with love and peace for my reader.
LISTEN to the wind as it blows the leaves,
colorful fall leaves dance across the ground.
Now let my words dance in pretty fall colors,
dance across the written page for you to enjoy.
LISTEN to the wind as it blows in a storm,
winds are picking up with mighty power.
Powerful words can blow in both good and bad,
exciting my many readers saying, wow!
LISTEN to the wind as it blows in words,
windchimes will now start to sing to you and me.
Singing chimes and words can bring love to the air,
for a heavenly choir to sing out loud.
LISTEN to the wind as it sparks my writing,
and imagination giving life to my words,
making my readers celebrate what they have read.
Got a short fuse
Got a heart to abuse
With what you call romance
I refuse to dance the dance
Of trying to love someone
Who will always run
Away from me
Even if they
See me for who I am
A struggling man
With a hole in his chest
Looking like he's got nothing left
No heart and desires
Just burnt out fires
And a deep dark hole
Deep down in his soul
Life full of love
More like a life full of pain
It's truly a shame
That I might love someone
Who doesn't love me
In the same way
I guess I'm fine with
Not giving my heart away
I won’t be mad
I won't be sad
I'll be humble
And I'll be neutral
our song is me writing-
"poetry about those stolen stares
songs about that beaming smile
and even a whole film script about it"
the ink of my pen bleeds in pink
but later turns to gray
i weave our memories as part of a big story
with a climax in which you
devoured me with a kiss
but the falling action sets me adrift
to wander on the seas wide
with no cure to this disease
our song is a song in which-
"nothing happens but desertion comes in light
to pull out my nerves and haunt my midnight
i lose my sanity and cry till my eyes starts to bleed"
From a pencil in my hand
And with love in my heart
I write you a letter.
When your eyes meet my words
It stirs your thoughts and emotions
And propels you to pick up the pen.
A pen rests in your hand...
Your mind is blank as the empty paper,
You don't know how to respond.
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.
In the middle of the scorching hot sun
I met a breeze.
It was fair,
tall, and calm.
The breeze smiled,
I don't know for who,
maybe for me,
maybe for the universe.
His frame was cold,
yet for some reason,
he was warm.
His smile was the most endearing thing that had ever existed.
he looked so beautiful, like a pure white cloak, dancing along with the wind.
He left a very strong impression,
He looked like a stoic person.
But the more I see of him,
the more he seemed to be a genuine person.
Dark tiny dots,
I guess the word "beauty mark"
really wasn't just a mark people use to differentiate a person,
but a sign that a person is truly loved,
it's a perfection, a confession,
a mark of eternal love.
Watching the world of mankind
I find
So much hate I see
I wish to be free
Justifying the things they do
Doesn't have to be true
Fool
I watch hate tearing the world apart.
Scars across my heart
Casual killing thy neighbor
Words like a saber
Cuts the soul deep
Haunted dreams while you sleep
There sits a momma, I can hear her weep
It's own worse enemy is mankind
I have tried to find
A way to tell them a different way
With the words in which I play
About love
Faith in God above
Kindness is the only way
No one seems to hear
I feel the fear
I feel down to my heart
I want no part
My words are a waste
They have no taste
I'm wasting my time
With words that rhyme
I fear
They fail to hear
Life should be held dear
I have no power with my word
They are seldom heard
I'll step back
Let hate continue it's attack
I don't know
Which way to go
Maybe we don't deserve life
Living for strife
We are wiping ourselves out
Hard to stand stout
A tear falls from my eye
Is love a lie
Seems all there is is hate
My words came to late.
Fire falls from the sky
So many die
For mankind I cry
Velvet Galaxies
Blue and pink relish velvet
Sky clothed in neon sporadic
Milky-ways are subtle
Clouds dance violin through calm storms
Velvet galaxies brush crimson
Radiant smiles captured
Oceans whispers loudly
Mid-night horizons are breath taking true eternity
Zealousness full filled
Devotion human kind humbled
Sapphire flames azure in the nightly
Stars through soul searching are brightly
So much to be thankful for
Look up in a haze to ponder
Pursuit enthusiasm
Encouraging written letters
Poetry truly I’ve become
Read in between the lines
Velvet Galaxies devotion gatherings
The love of poetry