In daily study, work or life, many people are familiar with some widely circulated poems, which can naturally impress people with language. So what kind of poem is a good poem? The following is a poem about love that I compiled for you, for reference only. Welcome to reading.
Poetry about love 1 I put a love letter.
Moonlight on the pond
Chasing Naxiahe
It laughs that I am duckweed.
Loss starts a frog.
I put a love letter.
Brew a bumper harvest of wine
Invite a small courtyard of Qiuju to talk.
Golden face smiling without a word.
But winking at the sunset.
I put a love letter.
Write it as white snowflakes.
Red plums in full bloom
Nod for a while, shake your head for a while
A pure feeling falls and melts inadvertently.
Now, I put a love letter
Become a little poem
Send it to a fantastic distance.
Which girl wants to turn into a peach blossom?
Give me a bright spring.
I will give you the thrush in the poem.
Dress you up as a bright bride
The spring breeze in March is blowing the festive suona.
Four brothers raised their sedan chairs.
Take you all the way into the dreamland.
Poetry about love 2 dear girl
Where are you going?
In this cold early spring
Unfortunately, I can't go with you.
Although we only caught a glimpse.
But I can't control it anymore.
Yes, yours.
Hope and Acacia
You are the person I am looking for.
that person
Except you
My whole life
No one will get married.
could you wait for me ？
If you go again,
Maybe god will never give it to me again.
The chance to see you again
You can't go.
I have to go with you.
Although we only caught a glimpse.
But I believe
It's called providence
This is called fate
This is the most beautiful love story.
above-mentioned
fall in love at first sight
How I wish
This is our fate in this life.
This is our life.
God's love for us.
She is more precious than anything.
Even more than my life.
Dear girl
Although I can't go with you.
Aristocratic people in spring breeze
Listen to the birds in the jungle.
Enjoy the spring scenery on earth
Sing the love songs in our hearts
Tell the love story between us.
But how I wish
Follow your footsteps and figure.
I can't let you go alone.
I will follow you to the ends of the earth
Never separate-inseparable
Whether fate allows it or not.
But I don't care much.
I just want to be with you.
Shelter from the wind and rain with you
Even be your slave.
It is the most beautiful.
Quite satisfied
Staring at your smile
Focus on your heartbeat.
That's enough.
is that true
Poetry 3 about love has been said once, please tell me again that I love you.
Even if it is repeated over and over again.
You will think that this is a cuckoo song.
Please remember, between the green mountains and forests, in the valleys and fields.
If it lacks cuckoo syllables, even if it is fresh in spring.
Wearing green clothes is not perfect.
It's so dark around love
I only heard frightened voices in my ears.
In the midst of painful uneasiness
I cried, and I love you again.
Who would think there are too many stars? Every star rotates in space.
Who would think it's too much? Every flower is full of spring.
Say you love me, you love me, ring the bell.
Just remember to love me with your soul in silence.
Poetry about love 4 teenagers
Teenagers chuckle;
Smile shyly and green,
But it's better than all kinds of scenery.
On the stage,
Everyone is watching, and your eyebrows are shining like stars.
It makes people happy.
You are a crescent moon in the night sky,
Moonlight scattered on the road,
Guide 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,
Singing every night,
Unforgettable
I never exaggerate,
She looks like this,
Do what you have to do silently,
Don't argue, don't rob,
I believe she will shine in the future.
She longs for the distance,
She never mentioned how much she missed her hometown.
The girl I like,
Proud as the sun,
"We walk at night together." She looked at the moon.
She lived a free life,
Freedom overflowed her eyes, mountains and rivers,
I dreamed that she rode and whipped,
Alone,
Step through the night and break the starlight.
I have a girl I like,
She is brave, firm and open-minded.
She said she wanted to see the aurora in the distance,
I hope she has a bright future,
She said we had enough time.
If I am lucky enough to meet my girl,
I would say,
You are my light.
Poetry about love is smooth in June.
Nagato
The drizzle is lingering like silk.
Acacia trees on the other side
two teardrops
light
Pain and softness that have been imprisoned for a long time
sky
Keep spinning in desire
In samsara
Missed the integrity of the plot
Don't dream tonight
Listen to the banana's heart
Such as the cries of Iraqis.
inch by inch
All because I love you.
Tonight
It scares me.
Step on fallen leaves
Holding faith is close to life.
The ideal is still at that moment.
Life Begins Anew
Life suppresses blood.
Water dilutes the blood concentration.
Facing this day, I thought about life.
And ideals come after life.
At this time, I have to make a living.
Near dawn, the night gives off a faint light.
Follow the light source to the path of life
The winter night is so long.
Only in dreams can there be ideals.
Abandon life
I can't live without it.
Ideal comes from life.
Dawn is coming.
Interpret the thoughts of life.
That day was beginning of spring.
Early in the morning, I was awakened by the phone.
The head is a familiar little girl's voice, she breathed excitedly, but as gentle as a new leaf outside the window:
I know, I know what love is.
Love is a bouquet of roses in his hands.
Blood is red, because time is eternal.
Life is a combination of 1000 springs,
From one rose to another.
I can also see the tears in her eyes by phone.
19 years old forgot to make friends, always had a quiet smile and pink cheeks, suddenly lost weight inexplicably, unconsciously trance, eyes shining.
I began to make inexplicable phone calls or write equally inexplicable letters, sometimes crying, sometimes regretting.
More often, it keeps asking:
what is love ?
And love is probably one of the few questions in our life that we have to explore the truth ourselves, right?
I was really busy that day. There must be something to eat at night.
But because I was delighted with her joy, I couldn't help repeating her words at the dinner table.
The lady on the left blew a cigarette, and her colorful face was like an invisible flower in the breath of mint.
She smiled gently:
Too young.
We won't know until we are our age.
What about love,
It's just that the cream on the cake is always sweet, soft and fragrant.
After eating, the cake at the bottom is exposed.
Maybe it's cracked, maybe it's green hair.
But what can we do?
I bought all the cakes back.
Life is just a piece of cake.
The smoke burned out in her hand.
The moment she bowed her head, she revealed her age.
All the prosperity has disappeared,
What's in front of me,
Is a lonely woman.
The banquet broke up and I went home with a colleague.
She wore a solemn black coat, with gray hair and a rugged wrinkle. She told me:
She remained calm when she couldn't bear the death of the old man and had nothing to do with life and death.
Spring nights are still cold.
I said:
All the time, love.
She was silent for a moment, and then said:
I think so too, but it's not what they say.
Perhaps, love is like a halo reflected by glass against the sun.
Colorful and dazzling,
That moment is heaven and earth, miraculously beautiful.
But the sun will never come back,
In your life, the sun shines on you only once.
Let you see such a fairyland, and then the sun will go.
What is left in your hand is just a dull ordinary glass.
When I came home, I was walking alone on the levee, and Jiang was always at my feet.
Suddenly, their voices are emerging like a flood.
These three women, standing in the three post stations of life, face each other from afar.
Just like all women who look at each other in the river of time but can never get close, they spend their lives exploring the true meaning of love.
Knowing their answers,
That is to understand the harm that love does to a woman's life.
It's spring,
This is the most beautiful spring night,
And I quietly shed tears.
Poems about love 8 It's cool in the evening of June.
The warm moon rises in the east.
The heat of the day gradually receded.
Ushered in a romantic evening.
Countless stars in the sky
Shining with brilliant light
A good mood is romantic.
Cowherd and Weaver Girl Cross the River.
Walk briskly into the square
Look for each other with eager eyes.
I saw her, and she saw me.
The moonlight pulls us to the center.
Cheerful dance music flows slowly
Flowing into my heart slightly rippling.
Leather shoes jump automatically.
The skirt is full of passion.
The bird poked its head out of its nest.
Give us a curious look.
Still holding its little friend.
Sing for us.
The stars lit up the light of the soul.
The moon clothed us with dreams.
Music is as sweet and mellow as wine
We reveled in a romantic night.
Poetry about love 9 I became a stream.
The sky gurgled.
The seven fairies like to bathe in my gentle waves.
That soft, fair skin
Smooth my body.
I ran down the river.
Flowing into the flat peach garden
Pink peaches as big as silver plates.
green leaves
Full of vitality under my nourishment.
Then I went to Royal Horse Prison.
A swift horse's hoof lightly stepped on my back.
A pair of lotus root silk walking boots reached into my body.
I looked at it carefully.
It was the Monkey King.
His lonely eyes
Poetic
As if missing someone, somewhere.
Heaven is really good.
Why bother everyone.
Everyone says that heaven is good.
Immortals also bother mortals.
Secular desires make a clean break.
Wooden head and stone heart
Leave the sun
Came to the Guanghan Palace.
Fairy Chang 'e is making moon cakes.
There are crystal tears in the corner of my eyes.
Drift into the milky way
Cowherd and Weaver Girl are dependent on each other on the Magpie Bridge.
A line of tears dripped into my heart
That's the love of the weaver girl.
It turns out that heaven lacks everything.
Only lack of love.
Poetry about love 10 The breeze, the bright moon and the morning dust.
I like you.
Three thousand mortals
Gentle or not, time flies.
Overlooking the 3 thousand world of mortals
Only he smiled.
Among the deprived
Walk once without regret.
I like you.
Like a breeze blowing on my cheek.
May you send frost flowers.
Live up to tomorrow and today.
A poem about love 1 1 "Once"
Once in love,
Can only be fixed in the long river of memory;
The pain of the past,
Will become an eternal collection.
When I decided to give up,
Heart, there is a feeling of being hollowed out:
Soft and powerless, without struggle,
So helpless, so helpless. ......
chase
Butterflies fly in pairs,
Chasing the beauty of the sky,
I, pursue your wisdom.
In the days without hesitation,
In the name of love,
Lock the wings of love,
Perhaps letting go is the greatness of love!
marry
I can't bear to see your faded wedding car,
Before tears blurred my eyes,
I turned to leave.
When the sun sets over the western hills,
I, stepping on my own shadow,
Walking aimlessly,
Heart, I don't know where to go,
All I know is: my heart hurts, it hurts. ......
happy
Your happiness means everything to me,
Your happiness is the sunshine in my heart.
But you're getting haggard,
How can you hide the helplessness behind it?
Apparent strength,
How do you cover up your inner trauma?
In countless days and nights,
I've been thinking hard,
Let go, let you fly freely,
Whether it was my wrong choice.
Martin
The sky is coming,
The long river that breaks the ice gurgles,
As my blessing,
Moisten your heart,
Whether you are in the wind or not,
Still walking on thin ice,
You will always be a rose that never fades in my heart!
although ...
Although, you never made a promise,
The hut hanging in my heart,
Just for your unexpected arrival,
When the stars shine in the depths of space,
Love always spreads inadvertently,
The flickering candlelight shadow,
Let attachment never end.
Love is a terminal disease?
Or a hug from death?
Why do thoughts always copy in dreams?
Every detail of you will never go away.
love letter
Splashing ink is not enough to express my feelings.
The true, sincere and pure love that you write with your fingers,
Because it can't blend into your blood,
Then, no amount of language is a kind of paleness.
Although time has passed,
But missing is still wandering in the wind,
In the overlapping years,
How much attention,
Only in every detail of life,
Slowly fall down and bury it!
Poetry about love 12 Love in the rain (1)
Why are you here?
I can only hide?
Why are you here?
I can only cry?
I am eager to see you.
Although your beauty burns my eyes
Although your enthusiasm evaporated my body
But I love you.
This made me forget my mother's warning.
Forgot that we are different.
So I forgot the world.
So I ignored the objection.
Just to see you.
Just to get on the road
I can take a good look at you.
Others say my love is childish.
But I know
It will only turn into steam.
In order to get closer to you
About love. Poetry 13 So many warm and cold days.
So many lonely words
in fact
This is not a word of love.
Fuzzy memory
Ink stained with tears
It's hidden in the mysterious paper
Like a lonely orchid
There is only a pure fragrance left.
Late and prosperous glass
Vicissitudes and ancient whispers
A corner of Atlantis
Leo, it's raining
Elegant yet mysterious
The Broken Arm of Vienna, the God of Beauty
Cupid's arrow
What moved me was the feeling of falling.
Throughout the beginning of ancient Greek mythology
Feelings remain the same
Willow is intoxicated in the breeze.
Flute and fog will ruin this image.
A grand ending
The silence of death
A thorough but gorgeous smile
An empty but frosty temple
The moon on the fountain
With a flick of your finger
Green plum in lotus pond
When the willows fall.
Rainy weather
Wet ground
You don't know.
The most romantic thing in the world.
Is to write poems for you
And remember it for life.
Three stones under the sky
Poetry about love 14 me
There is only one breathing room.
This kind of fierce heart can be instantaneous.
Kill all your fantasies. Fantasy, dream, future.
This is just a flash in the pan.
It won't miss you. Before dusk.
You are stepping on your shadow.
It's broken, and the crack has become a channel for the devil's blood to penetrate into your nerves.
From then on, don't hesitate.
Because of your heart.
No longer have worldly desires.
Anything. Only in the dim light.
But don't touch it.
Sometimes, you think. But I can't.
two
Time flooded my past.
The laughter was drowned out.
I'm trying to find it
To find a smile, a more beautiful smile.
My world wants colorful wave candy.
Every day, I try my best to find it.
three
When the flowers bloom, the dawn of hope comes, maybe you don't feel it.
Even if you look down at your reflection now.
But, you know, this is the most beautiful sunshine.
Youth is not flashy or short-lived,
She will give you the best memories of your life, knowing what is hope, what is loveliness, what is innocence, what is hard-working youth and what is the favorite time in the world.
Grasp it well, when flowers bloom and fall, it is useless for you to sigh.
Poetry about love 15 I have grown up.
Just for you.
Cut me, my acacia.
I need your attention.
I grow into a flower.
Just for you.
Interrupt me, my lily.
I don't know whether it is in bud or has grown into a flower.
I'm Bi Bo Hony.
And for you.
Drink me, refined crystal.
Everyone is jealous that my water is so clear.
I have grown wings.
And for you.
Chase me, I am a moth.
Fly around your passion.
I am willing to suffer for you.
Your love hurts me and makes me sweet!
Axes and hunting nets also make me happy.
Scissors and thirst also make me like it!
Give one's all
Dedicated to you, my love.
This blood condenses into a bright red scar.
No button can compare with it, and what jewelry can compare with it?
I pinned seven bone spurs in my hair.
Not crystal hair clips.
My ears
Replace agate earrings with red-hot fireballs.
Watching me suffer so much,
you are laughing
You'll be in pain,
Then you are no longer my sweetheart!