Short Love Poems to Make Your Boyfriend Cry
I think of our love,And a smile springs to my lips.My heart overflows.– Kelly Roper Meet the wikiHow Expert Adrienne Raphel is a writer who teaches graduate-level poetry and nonfiction as part of the Mountainview MFA program of Southern New Hampshire University, the Writer's Foundry MFA program of St. Joseph's University, and the Berlin Writers' Workshop.
The minute I heard my first love storyI started looking for you,Not knowing how blind that was.Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.They’re in each other all along.– Rumi
You are truly the epitome of perfection,The embodiment of all that is good and remarkable.Your kindness knows no bounds,Your love is boundless,And your presence brings endless joy.In my eyes, there is simply no one else who compares.– Taloula Moretti
Dinner dates, walks in the parkNeither of us knowing quite what to say.Your hand in mine, a beautiful startI don't know about tomorrow,but we have today.– Amy Finley
Love comes quietly,finally, dropsabout me, on me,in the old ways.What did I knowthinking myselfable to goalone all the way.– Robert Creely
at the back where we squatoutside, eating popcornthe edge of the receding glacierwhere painfully and with wonderat having survived eventhis farwe are learning to make fire– Margaret Atwood
The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fastAnd folks is smoking anything that’ll burnSome people wrap their lives around a cocktail glassAnd you sit wonderingwhere you’re going to turn.I got it.Come. And be my baby.– Maya Angelou
If my lover were a comet Hung in air,I would braid my leaping body In his hair.Yea, if they buried him ten leagues Beneath the loam,My fingers they would learn to dig And I’d plunge home!– Djuna Barnes
How love came in I do not know,Whether by the eye, or ear, or no;Or whether with the soul it came(At first) infused with the same;Whether in part ’tis here or there,Or, like the soul, whole everywhere,This troubles me: but I as wellAs any other this can tell:That when from hence she does departThe outlet then is from the heart.– Robert Herrick
Cute Love Poems to Make Your Boyfriend Cry
I am yours as the summer air at evening isPossessed by the scent of linden blossomsAs the snowcap gleams with lightLent it by the brimming moonWithout you I'd be an unleafed treeBlasted in a bleakness with no SpringYour love is the weather of my beingWhat is an island without the sea?– Daniel Hoffman
Handsome, funny, sweet:The basic qualitiesThat most people thinkA boyfriend should be.But you have them beat.With a mind that's unique,Thoughts that run deep,And your soul, so free.More importantly,We make a great team.Together we achieveUnimaginable feats.I look at you and seeThe true man of my dreams,With you, I am me.You're the one I'll keep.– Casey Gamble
In my future, I see you and me,And a house and garden filled with trees.I see dinner parties surrounded by friends,And a vegetable patch we love to tend.I see cosy nights in front of the fire,And a four-poster bed for when we tire.I see our kitchen which will be the heart of the home,And a Victorian bath brimming with foam.I see muddy wellies by the front door,And the kids eating cookies and asking for more.I see nights in the garden camping under the stars,And shelves full of mismatching local jam jars.I see family picnics outside with the dog,And a little blue shed containing the logs.I see us sat by the window watching the snow,And reading the papers and learning to grow.I see pictures of family in quirky frames,And letters on the kids’ doors spelling out their names.I see laughter, pain, kisses and tears,And helping each other to confront our fears.I see you as my friend and also my lover,Your confidant and your children’s mother.I see a wonderful future for you and I,And it’s cloaked in love until we die.– Emma Salmon
The day we met, the sun shone so bright,A spark in the darkness, my guiding light.I felt it inside, a whisper so sweet,In that fleeting moment, my heart skipped a beat.From strangers to lovers, our story began,Two souls intertwined, a beautiful plan.I cherish that moment, forever it stays,The day we met changed all of my ways.– Author Unknown
I belong in your armsFinally, I have found a placeInto which I fit perfectly, safelyAnd securely with no doubts,No fears, no sadness, no tears.This place is filled with happiness and laughterYet it is spacious enough, to allow meThe freedom to move around,To live my life and be myself.This wonderful place, which I never believed really existed,I have found finallyInside your arms, inside your heart, inside your love.– Deborah Brideau
I've been waiting for a spark,To ignite within my heart.Something I could feel -Someone genuine and real.Then you came alongLike a sweet love song.Making me smileIn your typical style.You're what I needed,Expectations exceeded.Each moment, exciting.Our souls colliding.Let's see where this goes,Though I already knowTogether, we'll go far.Arm-in-arm.– Casey Gamble
If ever two were one, then surely we.If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;If ever wife was happy in a man,Compare with me ye women if you can.I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,Or all the riches that the East doth hold.My love is such that rivers cannot quench,Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.Thy love is such I can no way repay;The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.Then while we live, in love let’s so persever,That when we live no more we may live ever.– Anne Bradstreet
your little voice Over the wires came leaping and i felt suddenly dizzy With the jostling and shouting of merry flowerswee skipping high-heeled flamescourtesied before my eyes or twinkling over to my sideLooked upwith impertinently exquisite facesfloating hands were laid upon meI was whirled and tossed into delicious dancingupUpwith the pale important stars and the Humorous moondear girlHow i was crazy how i cried when i heard over timeand tide and deathleapingSweetly your voice– E.E. Cummings
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,And nodding by the fire, take down this book,And slowly read, and dream of the soft lookYour eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;How many loved your moments of glad grace,And loved your beauty with love false or true,But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,And loved the sorrows of your changing face;And bending down beside the glowing bars,Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fledAnd paced upon the mountains overheadAnd hid his face amid a crowd of stars.– William Butler Yeats
Deep Love Poems to Make Your Boyfriend Cry
In your arms, I’m home, safe and sound,Where whispers of love in silence abound.The world fades away, troubles all cease,In your warm embrace, I find my peace.With every heartbeat, our souls intertwine,A sanctuary built on love so divine.No matter the storms that life may send,In your arms, I’m home, my lover, my friend– Author Unknown
Everything Good between Men and Womenhas been written in mud and butterand barbecue sauce. The walls andthe floors used to be gorgeous.The socks off-white and a near match.The quince with fire blightbut we get two pints of jellyin the end. Long walks strengthenthe back. You with a fever blisterand myself with a sty. Eyeshave we and we are forever preyto each other’s teeth. The torrentsgo over us. Thunder has not harmedanyone we know. The river coursingthrough us is dirty and deep. The lefthand protects the rhythm. Watchyour head. No fires should beunattended. Especially when wind. Eachreceives a free swiss army knife.The first few tongues are clearlypreparatory. The impressionmade by yours I carry to my grave. It isjust so sad so creepy so beautiful.Bless it. We have so little timeto learn, so much... The rivercourses dirty and deep. Cover the lettuce.Call it a night. O soul. Flow on. Instead.– C. D. Wright
Purple as tulips in May, mauveinto lush velvet, purpleas the stain blackberries leaveon the lips, on the hands,the purple of ripe grapessunlit and warm as flesh.Every day I will give you a color,like a new flower in a bud vaseon your desk. Every dayI will paint you, as womencolor each other with hennaon hands and on feet.Red as henna, as cinnamon,as coals after the fire is banked,the cardinal in the feeder,the roses tumbling on the arbortheir weight bending the woodthe red of the syrup I make from petals.Orange as the perfumed fruithanging their globes on the glossy tree,orange as pumpkins in the field,orange as butterflyweed and the monarchswho come to eat it, orange as mycat running lithe through the high grass.Yellow as a goat’s wise and wicked eyes,yellow as a hill of daffodils,yellow as dandelions by the highway,yellow as butter and egg yolks,yellow as a school bus stopping you,yellow as a slicker in a downpour.Here is my bouquet, here is a singsong of all the things you makeme think of, here is obliquepraise for the height and depthof you and the width too.Here is my box of new crayons at your feet.Green as mint jelly, greenas a frog on a lily pad twanging,the green of cos lettuce uprightabout to bolt into opulent towers,green as Grand Chartreuse in a clearglass, green as wine bottles.Blue as cornflowers, delphiniums,bachelors’ buttons. Blue as Roquefort,blue as Saga. Blue as still water.Blue as the eyes of a Siamese cat.Blue as shadows on new snow, as a springazure sipping from a puddle on the blacktop.Cobalt as the midnight skywhen day has gone without a traceand we lie in each other’s armseyes shut and fingers openand all the colors of the worldpass through our bodies like strings of fire.– Marge Piercy
I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topazor arrow of carnations that propagate fireI love you as one loves certain obscure thingssecretly, between the shadow and the soulI love you as the plant that doesn't bloom but carriesthe light of those flowers, hidden, within itselfand thanks to your love the tight aroma that arosefrom the earth lives dimly in my bodyI love you without knowing how, or when, or from whereI love you directly without problems or prideI love you like this because I don't know any other wayto loveexcept in this form in which I am not nor are youso close that your hand upon my chest is mineso close that your eyes close with my dreams.– Pablo Neruda
Do you remember still the falling starsthat like swift horses through the heavens racedand suddenly leaped across the hurdlesof our wishes–do you recall? And wedid make so many! For there were countless numbersof stars: each time we looked above we wereastounded by the swiftness of their daring play,while in our hearts we felt safe and securewatching these brilliant bodies disintegrate,knowing somehow we had survived their fall.– Rainer Maria Rilke
When the one whose hand you’re holdingIs the one one who holds your heartWhen the one whose eyes you gaze intoGives your hopes and dreams their start,When the one you think of first and lastIs the one who holds you tight,And the things you plan togetherMake the whole world seem just right,When the one whom you believe inPuts their faith and trust in you,You’ve found the one and only loveYou’ll share your whole life through.– Author Unknown
Dear love, what thing of all the things that beIs ever worth one thought from you or me, Save only Love, Save only Love?The days so short, the nights so quick to flee,The world so wide, so deep and dark the sea, So dark the sea;So far the suns and every listless star,Beyond their light—Ah! dear, who knows how far, Who knows how far?One thing of all dim things I know is true,The heart within me knows, and tells it you, And tells it you.So blind is life, so long at last is sleep,And none but Love to bid us laugh or weep, And none but Love, And none but Love. – Willa Cather
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate.Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimmed;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;But thy eternal summer shall not fade,Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.– William Shakespeare
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of being and ideal grace.I love thee to the level of every day’sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men strive for right.I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,I shall but love thee better after death.– Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Love Poems for a Long-Distance Boyfriend
The miles are long and far and wide,But my love for you will never subside.My heart will continue strong and true,Steadfast in my love for you.You never need to fret or fear;My only love is for you, my dear.It hurts to be so far from you,But a love like ours will make it through.Keep holding on a little longer;Our love will keep on growing stronger. – Amy Finley
When we are apartMy world is shaded in greyUntil you return – Karen Frazier
Two shall be born the whole world wide apart,And speak in different tongues, and pay their debtsIn different kinds of coin; and give no heedEach to the other’s being. And know notThat each might suit the other to a T,If they were but correctly introduced.And these, unconsciously, shall bend their steps,Escaping Spaniards and defying war,Unerringly toward the same trysting-place,Albeit they know it not. Until at lastThey enter the same door, and suddenlyThey meet. And ere they’ve seen each other’s faceThey fall into each other’s arms, uponThe Broadway cable car – and this is Fate! – Carolyn Wells
Our love grows like vines between us.They gently bind us together.But when one of us has to travel far,Those vines do not wither and break.They grow longer and stronger,More lovely and vibrant,Until they burst into bloom when we reunite. – Kelly Roper
Centimeters were needlesAnd meters were knivesAre you coming home?Can you ever be mine? – Author Unknown
Your words dropped into my heart like pebbles into a pool,Rippling around my breast and leaving it melting cool.Your kisses fell sharp on my flesh like dawn-dews from the limbOf a fruit-filled lemon tree when the day is young and dim.Like soft rain-christened sunshine, as fragile as rare gold lace,Your breath, sweet-scented and warm, has kindled my tranquil face.But a silence vasty-deep, oh deeper than all these tiesNow, through the menacing miles, brooding between us lies.And more than the songs I sing, I await your written word,To stir my fluent blood as never your presence stirred.– Claude McKay
To find a kiss of yourswhat would I giveA kiss that strayed from your lipsdead to loveMy lips tastethe dirt of shadowsTo gaze at your dark eyeswhat would I giveDawns of rainbow garnetfanning open before God—The stars blinded themone morning in MayAnd to kiss your pure thighswhat would I giveRaw rose crystalsediment of the sun– Federico García Lorca
I looked and saw a searoofed over with rainbows,In the midst of each two lovers met and departed;Then the sky was full of faces with gold glories behind them.– Ezra Pound
For the first time ever,I want to rush the summer along...it'll close the gapbetween the times I get to see you.It will bring us closer to spendingnine unadulterated months together.And sure, we'll have classes to deal with,and roommates to navigate,but we'll have each other.Not a day will passthat we don't see each other.The hours we are in classwill seem like mere secondscompared to the long weeks we've spent apartso far this year.And yet the cycle will start again.Having spent so many days together,the weeks apart in the summer will drag on.No longer do I pine for lazy summer days.I only pine for you. – Author Unknown
Love Poems About Unconditional Love for Your Boyfriend
Through thick and thin, hand in hand we stand,Facing the trials that life has planned.In shadows of doubt, or bright skies above,Together we conquer, united in love.When storms come a-knocking, and doubts start to rise,I’ll hold you close, look deep in your eyes.Through every struggle, our bond will not break,In this journey of life, it’s love that we make.– Author Unknown
I cannot promise you a life of sunshine;I cannot promise riches, wealth, or gold;I cannot promise you an easy pathwayThat leads away from change or growing old.But I can promise all my heart’s devotion;A smile to chase away your tears of sorrow;A love that’s ever true and ever growing;A hand to hold in yours through each tomorrow.– Mark Twain
I’d watch the movie you made in your dorm roomUntil the credits roll againI’d laugh at all your retold stories as if I’d never heard themI’d risk sounding so pathetic when I sayYou’re my best friendI’d love you for the rest of our livesThen do it all over again– Author Unknown
If you need meI will always be thereEven if you don’t want me toI will still careI will always love youEven if your love runs outBecause that’s what unconditional love isHaving someone you can’t live without. – Author Unknown
If by truth you mean hand then yesI hold to be self-evident and hold you in the highest—KO to my OT and bait to my switch, I crownyou one-trick pony to my one-horse town,dub you my one-stop shopping, my space heater,juke joint, tourist trap, my peep show, my meter reader,you best batteries-not-included baring all ornothing. Let me begin by saying if he hollers,end with goes the weasel. In between,cream filling. Get over it, meaning, the moon.Tell me you’ll dismember this night forever,you my punch-drunking bag, tar to my feather.More than the sum of our private parts, we are somepeekaboo, some peak and valley, somebright equation (if and then but, if er then uh).My fruit bat, my gewgaw. You had me at no duh.– Dora Malech
This man, my love, my rock, my guide,He holds me close, right by his side,His love for me is unconditional,A bond so strong, unbreakable.In his arms, I find solace,His touch, his embrace, pure bliss. – Author Unknown
Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove.O no! it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to every wand’ring bark,Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeksWithin his bending sickle’s compass come;Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,But bears it out even to the edge of doom.If this be error and upon me proved,I never writ, nor no man ever loved.– William Shakespeare
I loved you in the tree house, your words close to my mouth.I loved you in the front seat when you told me you love meI loved you up on Canyon Crest, we went when we got restlessI loved you when your eyes shone, I love you now that we’re grown.I love the way you tense up and relax with my hand.I love never getting tired of you, I just don’t think I canI love that this love song is undyingly true,Darling, I will alwaysAlwaysLove you – Author Unknown
I know you said you never want a love poem but that's exactly what I'm gonna writebecause im sitting here all alone with nothing on my mind but you tonight.I keep remembering your smile and how could i forget your eyes.Before we were just friends living lives of lies,but now that were together i never want to share good byes.You showed me who i am and who i can be,you took my bottled up emotion and you set it free.You wipe the tears from my eyes when my hearts soreand i know you say you love me but i love you more.The memories we share can never be taken forever they'll be there.The ones that make you smile and the ones that make you cry,the ones that make you laugh and the ones that make you sigh.When i started this poem my eyes were bright and clearbut now that its coming to an end i think i found a tear.So before i let you goi just thought id tell you that my love for you is unconditional, just thought id let you know.– Author Unknown
How to Write a Love Poem to Make Your Boyfriend Cry
Explore different poem forms and structures. There are many types of poems out there, so there’s plenty of room to be creative and do your own thing with yours! Whether you want to write a brief haiku, a traditional sonnet, or a conversational free verse, write something that feels natural to your writing style and voice. You can also choose whether you want to write a rhyming or unrhyming poem.
Use a classic love poem as inspiration. “Take a poem that’s your favorite poem or a poem you just love and steal from it—all writers steal,” says Raphel. “What I mean by that is, copy your favorite aspect of it. If you’re like ‘Wow, I really love…that [this poem] rhymes lines one, two, and four in this quadrant, and then there’s this one word that sticks out. I’m going to try a poem that does something similar, then make it about whatever I want it to be about.’ Take a poem you love, steal some parts of it, and change other parts.” If you’re looking for inspiration, try some of the “19th-century love poetry by Elizabeth Browning, the Odes of John Heaton, or even Thomas Hardy novels,” suggests Raphel. “Romantic poets like Coleridge and Wordsworth really have something in a balance between expressing love and not being too over the top,” adds Raphel.
Include sensory details and imagery. “Really try to describe the sensations that are happening physically in your body,” instructs Raphel. “Are your hands sweating? Is your heart racing? Is your breathing weird? Write down your bodily sensations rather than just saying, ‘I’m so in love with this person.’” For example, Raphael offers, you might write, “‘I can hear my heart banging around inside me. I can feel the breath I’m taking.’ Really get into your body, and that will help your reader feel your emotions with you.” Along with the feelings inside your body, you can add sensory images from the world around you. Describe what your partner looks like, smells like, and sounds like, or compare them to sensory items (e.g., flowers, songs, colors) that your partner reminds you of.
Add personalized details that are unique to your relationship. “The more specific you can get in your love letter,” the better, says Raphel. “Instead of ‘How do I love thee for the ages?’ it’s ‘How do I love you, you specifically over every other creature on this planet.’ It’s about what you see in them, and being as specific as you can. That, to me, can come across on the page as such an expression of love, because love is noticing and love is paying attention. And I think that, in writing, when you’re thinking about a love letter, you’re really thinking about who you’re writing it to. So, you want to think of a lot of statements like, ‘How do I specifically feel when I think about you?’”
Read your poem aloud and revise it as needed. Poetry is generally meant to have good flow and rhythm. So, when you think your poem is pretty much finished, read it aloud and tweak any areas where the phrasing is awkward or where the rhythm isn’t working. Make sure that your poem is clear and easy to understand, and that every word you use is intentional and meaningful.
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