15 Poems about Love
In daily study, work or life, many people are familiar with some widely circulated poems, which can naturally make people touched by language. So what kind of poetry is a good poem? The following are poems about love that I have compiled for you, for reference only. Welcome to read them.
A poem about love 1
I spilled a love letter
all over the pond moonlight
I pursued that summer lotus
It laughed that I was a duckweed
The loss made a frog sound
I brewed a love letter
into a bumper harvest wine
I invited an autumn chrysanthemum yard to have a drink
A golden face. P > I wrote a love letter
as a white snowflake
a red plum blooming on its branches
nodding for a while and shaking its head for a while
a pure feeling fell and melted inadvertently
Now, I turn a love letter
into a small poem
and send it to a dreamy distance
Which girl would like to sway into a peach blossom
Give me a bright spring
I will give you a thrush with a poem
Dress you up as a bright bride with peach blossoms
The spring breeze in March is blowing with joy.
In this cold early spring,
It's a pity that I can't go with you
Although we only caught a glimpse of you
, I can't control
my
longing for you
You are the one I am looking for
I won't marry anyone except you
in my life
. Never give me a chance to meet you again
You can't leave
I must go with you
Although we only caught a glimpse
, I believe
this is called fate
This is what
in the most beautiful love story
says
Love at first sight
How much I am. This life
The love God has given us
She is more precious than anything
Even more than my life
Dear girl
Although I can't walk with you
I can listen to the birds in the jungle in the spring breeze
I can enjoy the spring scenery in the world
I can sing love songs in our hearts
I can tell love stories between us. Follow your footsteps and figure
I can't let you go alone
I'll follow you to the ends of the earth
Never part
Whether fate allows it or not
But I don't care much
I just want to stay with you
shelter from the wind and rain
even be your slave
It's really beautiful
. Heartbeat
That's enough
-really a poem about love. 3
Please tell me again that I love you
Even if it is repeated over and over again
You will regard it as a cuckoo's song
Remember that it is between the green hills and the green forests and in the valley and the fields
If it lacks the cuckoo's syllables, it will be clear. It's not perfect.
It's so dark around me.
I only hear the voice of fright in my ear.
I cried and said I love you again.
Who would think that there are too many stars, and every star is spinning in space?
Who would think that there are too many flowers, and every flower is full of spring.
Say you love me, and you love me, and knock the silver bell
.
the smile is shy and green, but
it is better than all kinds of scenery.
On the stage,
people pay attention to you, and your eyebrows shine like stars,
which makes people happy.
You are a crescent moon in the night sky,
Moonlight is scattered on the road,
guiding me forward. Poetry about love 5
My girl
I have a girl I like.
She is gentle, clean and kind.
She is like a cheerful lark.
She sings every night.
It is unforgettable.
I never exaggerate.
That's what she looks like.
She only does what she has to do silently.
She doesn't fight for it.
I believe she will shine in the future.
She yearns for the distance,
She never mentions how much she misses her hometown,
The girl I like,
Proud as the sun,
"Let's walk at night together" She looks at the moon.
She has been unrestrained and unrestrained all her life,
freedom has overflowed her eyes,
I once dreamed that she was riding a horse and whipping,
alone,
stepping through the night to break the starlight.
I have a girl I like.
She is brave, determined and open-minded.
She said that she wanted to see the aurora in the distance.
I wish her a bright future.
She said that we have plenty of time.
If I am lucky enough to meet my girl,
I will say,
You are my light. Poetry about love 6
Moonlight glides over
long vines
drizzle lingers like silk
Acacia running across the bank
Two tears
ignite
the pain and softness that have been imprisoned for a long time
The days
keep spinning in longing
The fullness of the plot is missed
. P > If the Iraqi people cry
dribs and drabs
All because they love you
This night
surprises me and scares me
2 Stepping on fallen leaves
Holding faith is close to life
Ideal is still at that moment
Life starts again
Life suppresses blood vessels
Water dilutes blood concentration
. I think of life
and my ideal is after life
At this time, I only give out a faint light for life
When the night is near dawn, I will follow the light source to the track of life
The night in winter is so long
Only when I meet my ideal in my dream
I will abandon my life
I can't live without it
The ideal comes from life
And the dawn comes <
in the morning, I was awakened by a phone call.
At the other end is the voice of a little girl who is familiar with her, breathless with excitement, as fresh as a new leaf born outside the window:
I know, I know what love is.
Love is the bouquet of roses he holds with both hands.
Blood is as red as time goes by.
and life is a combination of a thousand springs,
from one rose to the next.
through the phone, I can also see the tears in her eyes.
a 19-year-old girl forgot to make friends with her new year. She always had a quiet smile and a rosy cheek, and suddenly she lost weight for no reason, unconsciously lost her mind, and her eyes shone brightly.
I began to make inexplicable phone calls or write letters that were equally unintelligible, sometimes tears, sometimes feelings.
More often, I keep asking:
What is love?
and love is probably one of the few problems in our life, so we should explore the truth ourselves, right?
that day was really busy, and there was definitely something to eat in the evening.
But I couldn't help repeating her words at the dinner table because I was delighted with her joy.
The lady on the left blew a mouthful of cigarettes, and in the breath of mint, her colorful face looked like an invisible flower.
She smiled gently:
It's so young.
we won't know until we are our age.
What about love?
It's just cream on the cake, which is always sweet, soft and fragrant.
after eating it all, the cake below is exposed.
Maybe it's cracked, maybe it's green.
but what can we do?
all the cakes have been bought back.
Life is just such a cake.
the cigarette burned out in her hand.
at the moment when she bowed her head, she revealed her age.
All those luxuries are gone.
What appears before my eyes is a lonely woman.
The banquet broke up and I went home with a colleague.
She, with her gray hair and solemn black coat, and a wrinkled face, tells me:
She is still calm when she doesn't eat or live with the dead old man and has nothing to do with life and death.
Spring nights are still cold.
I said:
There is always love.
She was silent for a while, and then said,
Yes. But it's not what they say.
Perhaps, love is like a halo reflected by the glass against the sunlight.
colorful, dazzling,
that moment is heaven and earth, miraculous beauty.
But the sun never goes back.
In a lifetime, there is only one chance for the sun to shine on you.
Let you see this wonderland, and then the sun will leave.
all that's left in your hand is a dull piece of ordinary glass.
When I came home, I was walking alone on the riverbank, and Jiang kept telling me at my feet.
suddenly, their voices are all emerging in the tide.
These three women are standing in the three post stations of life, facing each other at a distance.
It's like all women who look at each other in the river of time, but can never get close to each other, and spend their lives exploring the true nature of love.
Knowing their answers,
means knowing the harm that love does to a woman's life.
it's spring,
it's the most beautiful spring night,
and I quietly shed tears. Poems about love 8
It's cool in the evening in June
The warm moon rises in the east
The heat of the day gradually recedes
A romantic night is ushered in
Countless stars in the sky
Brilliant light
Good moods are different
Cowherd and Weaver Girl across the river
Walking briskly into the square
. I saw her, and she also saw me
the moonlight pulled us to the center
the cheerful dance music flowed slowly
into my heart and rippled slightly
the shoes automatically beat
the skirt flew with passion
the bird poked its head out of its nest
gave us a curious look
and also pulled its little friend
for us. Light puts on the clothes of dreams for us
Music is sweet and mellow like wine
We revel in the romantic evening poems about love. 9
I have become a stream
The seven fairies like to bathe in my soft waves
The soft white skin
Smooth my body
I run down
. > The green leaves
are full of vitality under my nourishment
Then I flow to the Imperial Horse Ward
The hooves of a swift horse tread lightly on my back
A pair of lotus root silk walking boots reach into my body
I look intently
It turns out to be the Monkey King
His lonely eyes
are poetic
as if he is missing someone. A certain place
Heaven is so good
Why bother everyone
Heaven is good
Immortals and mortals are annoyed
worldly desires made a clean break
Wood head and iron heart
Left Sun Dasheng
Came to Guanghan Palace
Fairy Chang 'e, a fallen beauty, was making moon cakes
There were glistening tears in her eyes. Dependence
A line of tears drops into my heart
That is the full love of the Weaver Girl
It turns out that there is nothing missing in heaven
Only the poem about love is missing. 1
The breeze, the bright moon, and the morning dust
I like you
On the tenderness of 3, mortal dust
, Time goes by
looking at the world of mortals
only smiling at him
walking in this world
without regret
I like you
just like a breeze blowing on my cheek
I hope you will send frost
live up to the love poem about love tomorrow and today. 11
Once
Once.
The past pain
will become an eternal collection.
When I decided to give up,
my heart felt hollowed out:
I was weak and had no struggle,
I was so helpless, so helpless ...
Chasing
The butterflies flew together,
chasing the beauty of the sky,
me, pursuing.
In the days of no hesitation,
in the name of love,
the wings of love are shackled,
Perhaps letting go is the greatness of love!
Marriage
I couldn't bear to stare at your fading wedding car.
Before I lost my eyes in tears,
I turned and left.
When the setting sun is all over the western hills,
I, stepping on my own shadow,
walk aimlessly,
I don't know where to go,
I only know: my heart hurts, it hurts ...
Happiness
Your happiness is all to me,