15 poems about love
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Poetry about love 1
I put a love letter
Sprinkled all over the pond moonlight
Pursuing that one summer lotus
It laughed at me for being a leafy duckweed
Loss startled a piece of frogs
I put a love letter
Brewing a harvest wine
Inviting an autumn chrysanthemum to drink in the small courtyard <
The golden face smiles without saying a word
but throws its winks to the setting sun
I wrote a love letter
into a white snowflake
a red plum blossoming on the branch
nodding its head for a while and shaking its head for a while
a pure love that inadvertently drifts down and melts away
Now I'm writing a love letter
in a loving way.
I'm going to send a love letter
to the faraway land of dreams
Which girl would like to sway into a peach blossom
and return to me in a bright spring
I'll paint your eyebrows with poetry
and dress you up as a bride of peach blossoms
The spring winds of March are blowing the joyful shawm
Four brothers in the south-east, west, north and south-west carry palanquins
The four brothers in the north and south-west carry palanquins.
Four brothers from the southeast, northwest, and north carry the sedan chair
In this cold early spring
It's a pity that I can't go with you
We only had a glimpse of each other
But I can't control
My longing for you
I can't control it anymore
You're the one I've been searching for
Except for you
I'm not going to be able to find anything else in my life
I don't know what to do with you.
I won't marry anyone in my life
Can you wait for me for a while
If you leave again
God may never give me the chance
to meet you again
You can't go
I have to go with you
We've only had a glimpse of each other
but I believe
that's called the will of God.
It's called fate
It's called destiny
It's what they say in the most beautiful love stories
Love at first sight
I wish
It's our destiny
It's our destiny
It's our destiny
It's our love in this life
It's more precious than anything else
It's more precious than anything else.
Even more than my life
Dear girl
Though I can't walk with you
In the spring breeze
Listening to the chirping of the birds in the forest
Seeing all the colors of the earth
Singing the love song in our hearts
Telling the story of our love
But how I wish
I could be the one to tell it. How I wish
I could follow you here
I can't let you go alone
I'll follow you to the ends of the earth
I'll never leave you
Whether or not destiny permits it
But I don't really care
All I care about is that I can be by your side
To protect you from the winds and the rains
Even to be your companion.
And even be your slave
That's the best
Quite willingly
Staring at your smile
Focusing on your heartbeat
And that's all that's needed
- really
Poem about love 3Say it again, please say it to me again. Say I love you again
Even if it's repeated over and over again like that
You'll think of it as a cuckoo song
Remember in the mountains and the forests, in the valleys and the fields
If it's missing that string of cuckoo syllables, even if a fresh spring day comes in green, it's not perfect
Love is so dark all around. It's so dark all around
All you hear is the throbbing of your heart
In the midst of that agonizing restlessness
I yelled, "I love you again."
Who can say that there are too many stars, each one spinning in space
Who can say that there are too many flowers, each one overflowing with springtime
Saying that you love me, you love me, tolls a silver bell
Just remember that there's still time to say it. >
Just remember to still love me with your soul in silence
Poetry About Love 4Teenager
Teenager pursed his lips and smiled gently;
Smiling shyly and green,
but better than all the scenery.
On the stage,
the attention of all the people, your eyes like stars shine,
people's hearts are happy.
You are a curved moon in the night sky,
The moonlight stars sprinkled on the pavement,
guiding me forward.
Poetry about love 5My girl
I have a favorite girl,
She is gentle, clean and kind,
She is like a cheerful lark,
Singing night and day,
Teaching people to be too unforgettable.
I never exaggerate,
she is that look,
only quietly do their own thing,
no contest,
I believe that she will have a ten thousand light later.
She looks to the faraway places,
She never mentions how much she misses her hometown,
My favorite girl,
Lonely as the sun,
"Let's take a walk at night together," she said, looking to the moon.
Her life was dashing and unrestrained,
Freedom roamed over the mountains and rivers under her eyes,
I dreamed of her steering a horse,
alone,
treading through the night to break the starlight.
I have a favorite girl,
She is brave, resolute and frank.
She talked about how she wanted to see the Aurora Borealis from afar,
and I wished her the best of luck,
and she said that we'd be together for a long time.
If I'm lucky enough to meet my girl,
I'll say,
You're my light.
Poetry about love6The moon slips through
The long trailing vines
The fine rain is like silk entwined
Acacia running wild across the shore
Two tears
Ignite
Pain and softness that have been in captivity for a long time
The days
Spin round and round
In longing.
Missing the fullness of the plot
Don't dream tonight
Listening to Basho's heart
Like a woman's sob
Little by little
It's all because of my love for you
This night
Surprises and frightens me
2 stepped on the falling leaves.
Faith held close to life
Ideals stood still at that moment
Life began anew
Life suppressed the bloodstream
Water diluted the blood's consistency
Facing the day, thought of life
And ideals came after life
At this time I am only for the sake of life
The night A faint light emanates near the dawn
Along the light source towards the track of life
The winter nights are so long
Only in dreams do I align myself with my ideals
Throwing life away
Not without life
Ideals come from life
And the arrival of dawn
Interprets the thought of life
Poetry about Love 7It was the first day of spring.
Early in the morning, I was awakened by a phone call.
On the other end was the voice of a familiar little girl excited to pant, a sound as clear and tender as the new leaves outside the window:
I know, I know what love is.
Love is the bouquet of roses that he held in his hands,
as red as blood and as eternal as years.
And life is the combination of a thousand springs,
blooming from one rose to the next.
I could see the tears dripping from her eyes even through the phone.
Nineteen-year-old little forgetfulness, always had a quiet smile and peachy cheeks, suddenly lost weight for no apparent reason, unconscious trance, while the eyes glittered.
Began to call inexplicably or write equally uninformed letters, sometimes with tears, sometimes with emotion.
More often than not, it was a constant question:
What is love?
And love, probably one of the few questions in our lives that we have to personally explore the truth?
That day was a busy one, and there was a dinner that I absolutely could not skip.
But because of her joy, I couldn't help but repeat her words at the dinner table.
The lady on the left took a puff of smoke, and in the minty breath her colorfully made-up face looked like a flower that could not be seen.
She gave a soft laugh:
That's so young.
Probably not until we are this age.
Love,
but is the cream on the cake, always sweet and soft and sticky.
After eating it all, the cake underneath is exposed.
Maybe it's dry and cracked, maybe it's got green hairs.
But what can be done?
The cake has been bought.
Life is just a cake.
The cigarette burned out in her hand.
In the moment she looked down, she revealed her age.
All of those things are gone,
What I see in front of me,
is a lonely woman.
The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
She, white hair under the solemn black coat, a face of wrinkles can not be smoothed in telling me:
She has been and that the dead old man to eat not in a piece, live not in a piece, life and death have nothing to do with the time is still calm.
The spring night is still cold.
I said:
There is always, love.
She was silent for a while, and then said:
Yes. But not in the way they say.
Perhaps love is like a halo of light reflecting off glass against sunlight.
Colorful, brilliant,
That moment is heaven and earth, miraculous beauty.
But the sun never goes back,
In a lifetime, there is only one chance that the sun will shine on you.
So that you can see such wonders, and then the sun goes away.
All that's left in your hand is a dull, ordinary piece of glass.
When I went home, I walked alone on the river embankment, and the river has been entangled under my feet to tell me.
Suddenly, their voices and all in the sound of the tide.
These three women, standing in the three stages of life look at each other from afar.
It is like all the women who look at each other in the river of time, but can never get close to each other, and use their whole life to explore the original face of love.
Understanding their answer,
that is, understanding the love of a woman's life damage it.
It's spring,
It's the most beautiful spring evening,
And I quietly shed tears.
The evening breeze is cool in June
The warm moon rises in the east
The heat of the day is gradually receding
We welcome a romantic evening
The stars in the sky
Shine brightly
The good moods of the world are all in the air
The cowboys and the weavers are looking at each other across the river.
Light footsteps into the square
Longing gazes seek each other
I see her and she sees me
Moonlight draws us to the center
The joyful dance music flows slowly
Into the heart's slight rippling waves
Leather shoes beat of their own accord
Skirts carry passionate flights
Birds from their nests are in the air
The birds are in the air, the birds are in the air, the birds are in the air. >
A little bird peeks out from its nest
And casts a curious glance at us
And pulls its little friend along
And sings for us
The stars light up our hearts
And the moon dresses us in the garments of our dreams
And the music is as sweet and mellow as the wine
And we are intoxicated with the romance of the evening
On Love Poem 9I became a brook
Running gurgling in the sky
The Seven Fairies loved to bathe in my soft waves
The soft white skin
Sliding gently on my flesh
I ran down
Into the Garden of Peach Blossoms
Pink peaches as big as silver trays
And the green glistening leaves
And then I flowed to the Royal Horse Guards
And the hooves of a thousand-mile horse trod on my back
And a pair of lotus-root silk boots slipped into my body
And I stared at them
And I saw that it was the Great Sage of Qi Tian Da Sheng
And the look in his eyes
Was poetic
As if thinking of someone or somewhere else. As if he's thinking of someone, somewhere
The Heavenly Palace is so good
Why do you want to cause trouble in the world
Everyone says it's good in the Heavenly Palace
The immortals have their own troubles
They're not as happy as the mortals
They've cut off all their passions and desires
A wooden head and an iron heart
I've left the Sun Sage and I've come to the Palace of the Cold
Chang'e, who is a beautiful woman, is making mooncakes. She was making mooncakes
With tears hanging from the corners of her eyes
Floating into the Milky Way
The cowherd and the weaver were together on the magpie bridge
A line of hot tears dripped into my heart
The weaver's heart was full of love
So the Heavenly Court lacked nothing
Except love
Poetry about love10
I like you
I like you
I like you
I like you
I like you
I like you like a breeze on my cheek
I like you
I like you
I like you like a breeze on my cheek
I like you
I like you like a breeze on my cheek
I like you like a breeze on my cheek
I like you like a breeze on my cheek
I like you like a breeze on my cheek
I like you like a breeze on my cheek
I like you like a breeze on my cheek
I like you like a breeze on my cheek
May you send frosty splendor in the coldNot to be ashamed of tomorrow and today
Poetry about love 11"Once"
Once in love,
can only be fixed in the river of memory;
Once in pain,
will become an eternal collection.
Decided to give up,
heart, there is a kind of hollow feeling:
weak, no struggle of the air,
good helpless, good helpless ......
"Chase"
The colorful butterflies are flying,
Chasing the beauty of pounding the sky,
I, pursuing your wisdom.
In the days of righteousness,
In the name of love,
Chained to the wings of love,
Perhaps, letting go is the greatness of love!
Marriage
I can't bear to gaze at your wedding car as it fades away,
Before my eyes were blinded by tears,
I turned away.
At the end of the day, when the sun is full of mountains,
I, stepping on my own shadow,
walking aimlessly,
heart, do not know where to go,
only know: the heart is so painful, so painful,
the heart is so painful,
the heart is so painful.
"Happiness"
Your happiness is all I have,
Your joy is the sunshine in my heart.
But you're getting more and more haggard,
how can you hide the helplessness behind your back,
the strength of the surface,
how can you cover up the hurt in your heart.
In countless days and nights,
I've been trying to figure out,
whether letting go and letting you fly free,
is the wrong choice for me.
Pound the Sky
Pound the Sky is here,
The river is bubbling with water from the icebreaker,
like my blessing,
nourishing your heart,
no matter if you are like a pounding wind,
or treading on thin ice,
you will always be the rose of my heart that will never wither. You will always be the rose in my heart that never withers!
Though ......
Although, you never had a promise,
and the empty cabin in my heart,
only for your unexpected arrival,
when the stars shine in the deep sky,
love will always be inadvertently diffuse,
wavering uncertainty of the candle,
so that the attachment is endless.
Is love a terminal disease?
Or is it the embrace of death?
Why thoughts are always replicated in dreams,
What lingers is always your every detail.
Love letter
Splash of ink is not enough to express my feelings,
Broken fingers and book of the most sincere and pure love,
Since it can't be dissolved into your bloodstream,
Then, more language is also a kind of pallor.
Although time is far away,
but thoughts are still wandering in the wind,
overlapping years,
how much attention,
can only be in every detail of life,
slowly fall, buried!
Poetry about love12
The love of rain
Why did you come
I can only hide?
Why do you come
I can only cry?
I long to see you
Though your beauty burns my eyes
Though your passion evaporates my body
But I love you
And this makes me forget my mother's reminder
And forget that we're from different paths
That's why I forget about the world
And that's why I defy the world
Just to see you
Why do I have to hide?
Just to see you
Just to get a good look at you on the way
People say that my love is childish
But I know
Only by turning into vapor
Can I be closer to you
About love. Poem 13
So many warm and cold days
So many lonely words
In the end
It's not just love
The memories of the clouds opening up
The ink stained by tears
Are hidden in the Xuan Tao paper
Like the orchid standing alone
Only the fragrance of purity is left
The late twilight of the prosperous life of a woman
The late twilight of a woman is the time of her death.
The glaze of late twilight
Cangang's ancient whispers
The street corner of Atlantis
It's raining Leo
Elegant and mysterious
The severed arm of the goddess of beauty, Vienna
The arrow of the goddess of love, Cupid
Touched my fallen thoughts
Throughout the Greek ancient myths, the first and the last of the Greeks, the first of the Greeks, the first of the Greeks, the first of the Greeks.
The feelings are as old as ever
The willows on the embankment are drunk with the breeze
The flute sounding in the mist will ruin the silhouettes
The spaciousness of the curtain
The deadness of the silence
Thoroughly penetrating is only the smile of the flower
Empty and ethereal is only the frosty sideburns
The two fountains are reflecting the moon
The flicking of fingers
The lotus pond and the green plums
The lotus pond and the green plums are the most popular.
The most romantic thing in the world
is to write a poem for you
and then remember it for the rest of your life
The stone of three lifetimes under the dome of the sky
Poetry about love 14
One
In just one breath.
This fierce heart can instantly.
Kill all your fantasies. Fantasies, dreams, futures.
It's just a flash in the pan.
It won't miss you. Before dusk.
You're trampling your shadow.
It shatters, and the cracks become conduits for the demon's blood to seep into your nerves.
From then on, no more wandering.
Because of your heart.
No more emotions.
Anything. Only at the end of the light.
And you can't touch it.
Sometimes you want to. But you can't.
Two
Time drowned out my past
The smile was also drowned out
I tried so hard to find
To find a smile a smile that is more beautiful
My world wants colorful booboos
Every day it's just like this, trying so hard to find it.
Three
The dawn of hope will come when the flowers bloom, maybe you didn't feel it.
Even if you're looking down at the reflection in front of you right now.
But you should know that the opposite is the most beautiful sunshine.
Youthful years, not flashy, not a flash in the pan,
She will give you a lifetime of the most beautiful memories, know what it means to be hopeful, what it means to be lovely, what it means to be naive, what it means to be young and strong and not work hard, what it means to be sad, and what it means to be the world's most loved by everyone at that time.
Make the most of it, and when the flowers are falling, it's useless for you to lament the blossoms.
Poetry about love 15I grew up
Just for you.
Cut me down, I am an acacia tree
In need of your attentiveness.
I grew into a flower
Just for you.
Cut me down, I am a lily
I don't know if I am budding or growing into a flower.
I am a blue wave
Just for you too.
Drink me, even the crystals
are jealous that my water is so clear.
I have grown wings
also for you.
Hunt me, I am the lamp-moth
Fluttering around the fire of your passion.
For thee I am willing to suffer
Thy love injures me and sweetens me!
The axe and the hunting net also make me happy
The scissors and the thirsty drink also make me like!
Pour out the blood of my whole body
To thee, my love.
This blood congeals into bright red scars
No button can be more beautiful, what jewelry can be more beautiful?
I pinned seven bone spurs in my hair
in place of a crystal hairpin.
Instead of onyx earrings, I put balls of red-hot fire in my ears
.
You laughed and laughed as you watched me endure this torment.
You laughed and laughed.
You will suffer,
and then you will no longer be my beloved!