11 Romantic Poems for Valentine's Day
Lissa enjoys writing poetry to express herself, and loves learning about new styles and experimenting with different patterns.
What does it feel like to fall in love with the right person? Falling in love is a magical feeling. You have someone you can talk to about anything, someone who really understands you. When you're with the person you love, you feel like you can do anything because they're by your side. They can look at all of your facets and bring out the parts of you that shine. You feel safe and comfortable with them in a way you can't quite feel with anyone else. You feel appreciated by them and make them feel appreciated, and you lift each other up in difficult times. You can laugh with them and cry with them. They are your partner in all things.
These poems will give you a snapshot of different love stories to capture the powerful emotions that come with a relationship and bring them to life.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
— Plato
Fireworks
Fireworks blaze through the sky
In blossoms of red and green
Hanging for a small eternity
Then dissipating into summer heat
You touch my hand and my heart bursts
Lighting me up with your brilliance
The lake shines with deep blue brilliance
Reflecting perfection in the cloudless sky
I am slightly afraid the swan boat will burst
And tip over, your eyes that mischievous green
That fills my body with such heat
I could meet your eyes for an eternity
We’ve waited in line for an eternity
Sunlight glints off my lap bar in brilliance
The metal striking my hands with heat
Slowly the coaster rachets toward the sky
I can’t see grass anymore, just green
And we are flying, a joyful screaming burst
Your hands tickle me in a sudden burst
I will be laughing for eternity
In my favorite shirt, emerald green
Like your eyes. In your brilliance
You lift me up into the sky
My cheeks blazing with heat
Seeking to escape the summer heat
I tiptoe into the water, but you burst
In, shooting raindrops back to the sky
The ocean stretches out to eternity
Water sparkling in deep blue brilliance
Fading outwards to soft sea green
You guide the ball effortlessly on the green
Hands wrapping around my club, comforting heat
Passing on some of your mini-golf brilliance
The ball rolls straight in a sudden burst
It hovers over the hole for a small eternity
Then falls as we raise our hands to the sky
We are a burst of joy, a swift jet of green
I will bask in your heat for all eternity
My warm flash of brilliance guiding me through the night sky
One Night
The night is
bathed in darkest blue
flooding her
with its scent
of orchids opening their
petals to the moon
His hair is
bathed in golden sand
flooding her
with the sound
of the ocean breeze soaring
over lonely dunes
His eyes are
bathed in dark meanings
flooding her
with the sight
of rose petals, tangled sheets
in a shadowed room
His hands are
bathed in calluses
flooding her
with a touch
of magic, holding her gently
in careful cocoon
This time is
bathed in lonely gray
flooding her
with the taste
of bittersweet departure
Goodbyes burn the spoon
Her eyes are
bathed in streetlight's gleam
flooding her
with the sight
of him, leaving her tonight
Will she see him soon?
Sweet
Early summer day
Farmer’s market bustling with people
His hand squeezes lightly around mine
Unhurried, traversing the aisles
I ramble nervously, but I’m comforted by
The scent of flowers I know so well
My words snake out
Growing like vines
On a trellis from my childhood
Intertwining fate into his
We stop by a strawberry stand
I hand him a strawberry
Luscious and vivid as a rose
And the old man proclaims we are
It’s rising to his lips, those lips are
Sweet
Our Journey Is A Labyrinth
To love is to sail
Beneath moonlight so pale
For the stars are fleeting
Our journey is a labyrinth
Will we be meeting
Guarded by shadows
Creeping through meadows
Our journey is a labyrinth
Afraid to be found
Clasped together, bound
These black and white fingers
Our journey is a labyrinth
Taboo kiss lingers
Hangs under the tree
Now at last we are free
Our journey is a labyrinth
Son of the Moon
One night the moon said to herself
I am beautiful and bright but have no legacy
To watch the world when I wane
So she floated down to earth
Draped in a shimmering silvery dress
Soon she carried the son of a storm cloud
Tearfully she laid him down in a mortal fishing village
She could not hold him in her airless arms
But she could watch him every night as he slept
The years passed and boy became man
He sought adventure and intrigue on the high seas
As others could only dream of
But during his travels he met a young woman
More beautiful than even the moon his mother
And his immortal heart was no longer his own
His father the lord of storms was furious
An immortal could never fall in love with a human
No matter the increment law conquers all
So with great heaviness he sent a mighty tempest
To reap the son he cherished and his wide-eyed love
Duty must triumph over the heart
His mother the moon took pity on the lovers
Her son she took to stay with her
He became the man in the moon
His love became the sea foam
Still they struggle against their bonds
Every night and noon at tide
Never to meet again
But fighting desperately against their fate
He smiles down sadly at her every night
And she can smile back briefly
Before she breaks against the shore
Ohi'a and Lehua
It all began at a village dance
Their eyes met, and love took its chance
Tall Ohi’a, strong with a handsome face
Sweet Lehua, with her gentle grace
He a warrior, athletic and lithe
She a beauty, bright and blithe
Her father protective, but fond of romance
Ohi’a looking over from his conversation
Lehua’s cherry blush in fire’s illumination
He turns to her father with stammers and stutters
The old man was amused to see the warrior aflutter
So he offered to introduce the pair
And Ohi’a sprung to his feet, raced to where
Lehua stood, glowing in her anticipation
Soon the two were bound in matrimony
Always together, they would never be lonely
Her loving father cried as he gave her away
He’d built the couple a home in which to stay
Blossoming proudly with passion and zeal
They had so much joy it seemed almost unreal
And for a while, they lived by love’s sustenance only
But one day Pele, the lady of fire
Spotted Ohi’a and made known her desire
Ohi’a kept chopping wood, refusing politely
He wouldn’t give in, and Pele blazed brightly
She had to have Ohi’a all to herself
But who could be more perfect than herself?
And then walked in the one he truly admired
When Lehua came over, his eyes filled with love
Pele was reeling like she’d just been shoved
So she raised her arms and became
A shimmering vengeful column of flame
She twisted and burned his once soft golden skin
Then covered him with ash and sealed his soul within
A tree, then she fled to the heights above
Now widowed, sweet Lehua begged and wept
For Pele to return her husband who slept
The gods were furious with Pele-who-torches-the-earth
So they made her an offer of bittersweet rebirth
She could rest upon Ohi’a’s bower
And be his gorgeous crimson flower
With tears in her eyes she knelt down to accept
Scarlet blossom and scar-cloaked tree
Entwined together in the lee
If the flowers stay where they bloom
Sunlight clears away the gloom
But if the blossom is plucked away
Heavy rain will fall for days
When torn from her love, she cannot bear to be
Hourglass
No matter how much
Sand is in the hourglass
Love to the last grain
Initial Sparks
Camping beneath a star-scattered sky
Beneath ashes slowly waltzing, falling
Between us the fire shoots off sparks
In a pulsing rhythm, a lingering touch
We can't go to sleep, not yet
Carefully the pieces are falling
Into perfect flames and a moonlit sky
But we don't see them, not yet
Somehow I'm drawn to your touch
Your electric blue eyes are giving off sparks
So close we can almost touch
Closer and closer fall the sparks
We are interrupted, and the touch
Doesn't happen, not quite yet
And the star haven't aligned in the sky
The excitement fades, our faces falling
Not that moment, not yet
But quietly your hand reaches out to touch
Renewing and igniting the sparks
And I feel like I am falling
Into the star-scattered sky
Touch
I reach for your hand
Moment of uncertainty
You reciprocate
Calm Blue Ocean
Your eyes are my calm blue ocean
You are my eye in the storm
I am perpetually in motion
But you anchor me and keep me warm
We've weathered these winds together
You can survive the pouring rain
I want you to be happy forever
Standing tall against fear and pain
You are beautiful, deep as the sea
But I don't think you can see it
I want our love to set you free
I'll be here when you need it
You are my calm blue ocean
And you keep my heart in motion
Stone
A brick you carry with you from the past
There it weighs heavy on you like a stone
Could there be someone
Holding out her gentle hands
To lighten my load
Your eyes cannot hide pain, I see right through
Afraid, you hide behind a wall of stone
Her hands chip away
Wiping off dust and the years
Breaking through diamond
Your face is hard, a mask so grim and cold
A dance with me will melt your heart of stone
Waltzing on marble
A whirl of new emotions
Becoming music
She grins at him and waits for him to frown
But then there is a smile embossed in stone
Unexpected change
I need to tell you something
About forever
He takes her hand and gets down on his knees
So lovely on her finger is his stone
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© 2018 Lissa Clason