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Rhyming Love

Rhyming Poems About Love

Poetry is power. Poems have the ability to create emotions out of words. Through poems a simple sheet of paper can change the way you think and feel. The artistic ability to craft a rhyming poem that turns words to music and can leave you feeling that your very soul has been laid bare is pure genius. Art is often inspired by love, so it is no surprise that when you couple the force poetry has with a person's most intense emotion, love, you have created something that will resonate, perhaps forever, in the deepest part of one's being.


By Desiree Sanders

This is a poem of how I felt for the man I was in love with a great deal. He inspired me and opened my mind to so many things that I never experienced.

A love like yours, is hard to find,
A life with you, I wouldn't mind.
I sometimes wonder where I'd be,
If you hadn't came & set me free?

I'm sad at the thought of being apart,
And ecstatic to know, I'm in your heart!
There's little to teach, and a lot to learn,
From a man like you, I'd wait my turn.

With a heart so big, to comfort all,
If help was needed, you'd be the first I call!
You've opened up doors, to which were dark,
Your a beautiful person, whose made your mark...

Your mark in this world, and definitely on me,
I think we compliment each other to a tee!
I know true love will set all else apart,
And you'll be forever & the only.. one in my heart!

Love has no boundaries, love does not judge,
Love doesn't hurt, love will not hold a grudge.
Love is special and unique to each,
Love works in mysterious ways, but life lessons it will teach.

It's not what you think, or what you "did,"
Its the positives you made, and the negatives you rid!
12/29/2009
Desiree Sanders

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Rating: 4.07

Votes: 224

By Theo Christo

A descriptive poem about the time when I felt so in love, it hurt.

Because I do!

Every morning that I wake, alone in bed is hard to take.
For every morning with you there, I enjoy the time I get to stare.
I love the way you make that face, which tells me “hey, give me some space”.
I love the way in peace you smile, I love to watch you for a while.
I love it when you hug me tight, and you know that you’re always right!
I love you sweetheart, all day and night; it feels so good I know its right.
I love you solid I love you hollow, I love you so much, it’s hard to swallow.
You’re the one who keeps me warm, when I’m down and feeling torn.
For all these points I’ve made above, confirm for me, you are my true love,

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Rating: 3.79

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By Louis Gander

Do you want to know what REAL TRUE LOVE is?? THIS is it :)

So many things in body / soul
are empty, undefined -
but read this poem carefully,
and answers you may find.

The knowledge of the Love of God,
comes through in loving stages -
so see if you can find a clue -
within this couple's ages...

.......

The couple faced each other close,
while standing toe to toe.
The clear new day was very young.
They had no place to go.

His right hand held her left hand and,
His left hand held her right.
He slid a daisy through her hair.
She was a pretty sight.

The springtime breezes did not quell
the sun's most warmest rays.
As ocean waves kept rolling in,
they held the longest gaze.

Her face was like a sunshine's glow.
Her toes sank in the sand.
Her hair flipped in the open breeze.
Her fingers squeezed his hand.

Some folks had paused and stared a bit
when softly came the kiss -
but never would a moment pass,
a moment quite like this.

And with these two, that special time
would never go away -
for faithful is that one true love.
There is no better way.

So scenic was the sandy beach,
so beautiful, the pair -
yet only God creates true love
that I saw perfect there.

.......

Now just in case you're wondering,
what ages they could be...
Well, she's but two years younger than
his age of eighty-three.

So if assumptions, you had made -
in story told above -
you may have also missed the mark,
of true Agape Love.

Therefore, question all the writings,
discovered here and there,
that often miss the God of Love -
the hearer of each prayer.

And don't have shallow notions or,
wear blinders to 'believe' -
or come to some conclusion that
some well-known 'experts' weave.

Sometimes we think we know it all,
when all the facts we weigh -
but we do not create the God
who loves us every day.

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Rating: 3.76

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We two form a multitude

- Ovid

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

- Aristotle