17 Perfect Love Poems For Your Boyfriend That Will Make Him Cry Tears of Joy
Even extremely masculine males enjoy a little romance in their lives.
Even if they might not be into making out in public, a little bit of private mushiness is usually OK.
It might sometimes strengthen your bond to make him cry.
In light of this, we’ve composed 17 love poems that will bring your partner to tears.
You are welcome to use them for yourself or modify them to fit your partner.
How Would I Compose a Love Poem for My Sweetheart?
It should be fun to write a love poem for your sweetheart, not stressful.
Here are some pointers for finishing it, enjoying the process, and avoiding self-tears if you choose to write one of your own.
Time: Have you recently begun dating? In that case, you might wish to wait. It is rarely, if ever, a good look to come on too heavily.
Subject: Is this the first month of your partnership? Then stay with something lighter or more humorous. Sending messages about love, soul mates, or marriage at such a young age is unnecessary.
Relationship: Recognise the true nature of the partnership you are in. If the relationship is more of a “situationship,” you might want to put off the romantic poetry.
Factor of Embarrassment: How familiar are you with this guy? Will he post your poem publicly or privately on his social media accounts?
Authenticity: Provide a poem that both expresses your and his individuality. Avoid attempting to be someone you’re not.
Thoughtfulness: Give your writing careful consideration. Don’t say something, for instance, that will bring up unpleasant memories.
17 Heartfelt Love Poems That Will Tear Your Boyfriend Away
You’ve given it some thought and are looking for boyfriend poems that will either make him cry or at least experience the intensity of love.
To motivate you, we have selected 17 well-known love poems.
Send him one of these poems straight to express your feelings, or use them as inspiration to write a poem of your own.
1. Christopher Poindexter, “Untitled.”
His eyes were like clocks; the instant she looked into them, they ceased to whirl. The cosmos came to a stop. Everything started to breathe each other’s silence. It was just a plain, blue eternity to her.
2. Sara Teasdale’s I Am Not Yours..
Despite my desire to be lost like a snowflake in the sea or a light lit at noon, I am not yours, nor am I lost in you.
You still have a lovely, bright spirit, and I appreciate that, but I’m just me, and I desire to be lost like a light lost in light.
Oh, submerge me completely in love—drain my senses, render me blind and deaf.
Taken by the fury of your affection, like a taper in a strong wind.
3. Robert’s “Love Comes Quietly”
Creeley Finally, love quietly falls on me in the same manner that it always has.
What could I have known, supposing myself capable of going it alone?
4. Adrienne Rich’s “The Floating Poem”
Your body will haunt me no matter what happens between us; your soft, delicate lovemaking will resemble the half-curled frond of a fiddlehead fern in a woodland that has recently been exposed to sunlight. Your generous and well-traveled thighs have drawn my entire face in and out.
My tongue has found a place of innocence and wisdom there. Your firm and protective touch has searched me out. Your strong tongue and slender fingers have reached the place where I have been waiting for you for years, a rose-colored cave. Whatever transpires, this is it.
4. Rumi, defeated by love.
The moon’s splendour illuminated the sky.I was so overcome by your love that I collapsed to the ground. I am now prepared to give up my life and submit to the majesty of your Being.
5. Harry Boslem’s song “I Love You”.
I need to feel honoured in order to speak with you. I am filled with wonder every time I see you. Touching you makes me feel pure. I cannot feel you without being drawn to you. Without feeling secure, I am unable to hold you. I have to feel fantastic before I can kiss you. I cannot be without anguish when I miss you. Meeting you makes me want to see you again.
I’m always in awe of you when I watch you.
Without experiencing love, I cannot love you.
I feel passionate when I lay with you.
I feel like I have to limit how long I remain away.
I cannot dream about you if I am not getting enough sleep.
I can’t function without you in my life.
I cannot slumber if you are not in the bed.
Without your breath, I would not be able to breathe.
Without you on my mind, I am unable to think.
I can’t walk away without feeling rude.
Above all, though, I cannot survive without you in my life.
6. Lora Mathis’s “I Want to Taste Your Flaws.”
I wish to taste your imperfections.
Your uneven lips.
how you smell after spending the entire day outside.
the knot in your throat.
Your hands are unsteady.
Your first breath in the morning.
Your legs are prickly.
Your inflamed decorum.
Your dishevelled locks.
I want to be unable to effortlessly slide my fingers through you. Writing about perfections isn’t enjoyable.
I want to talk to you about you—the unending, crooked, flawed you.
7. June Jordan’s poem “For My Love”
How did we end up here in the middle of the night, next to each other?
Where are the stars that lead us to the inevitable love we share?
The leaves are burning as usual in the darkness, and the rain is cool and holy, blessing the holy flesh. The black guys are waiting for a womanly mirage on the corner.
The idea of you falling asleep and taking in the silent air astounds me.
8. From Ella Wheeler Wilcox, “I Love You.”
I adore your eyes when the lovelight is lit with a passionate fire; I adore your lips when they’re red with a wild yearning and wet with wine.
I adore your hair as the strands entwine Your kisses against my face, and I adore your arms when their warm white flesh touches mine in a tender embrace.
Not the white happiness of the saint, not the pure dove’s heart, nor the cool, soothing kiss of a virgin’s bloodless love.
But give me the love that gives so freely and laughs at everyone else’s mistakes. When your young, warm body is in my arms, it makes my wretched heart burn.
With a passion native to the South, declare that your body and soul are mine as you give me a tender kiss on the lips, still perfumed with ruby wine.
Embrace me tightly in your radiant youthful arms, while the faint stars twinkle overhead, and we shall spend our entire youth relishing the delights of a vibrant romance.
9. Christina Rossetti, “I loved you first, but your love came second.”
My love for you was the first, but later on, your love overtook mine and sang a song so beautiful that it overpowered my dove’s sweet cooing.
Who is more in debt to whom? My love lasted a long time, but yours seemed to last even longer. I loved you and I loved you back, but weights and measures hurt us both. You misinterpreted me and loved me for something I might not be.
Love, after all, is beyond “mine” and “thine.”
Rich love knows nothing of “thine that is not mine,” thus free love has done with distinct “I” and “thou,” for one is both and both are one in love.
The love that unites us is shared by both of us and is equally strong and long.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s Love’s Coming, number ten.
She had anticipated hearing the sound of a bugle call and the clash of weaponry, as warriors approach, but he arrived with a stealthy tread that she was completely unaware of.
In the lovely soft light of the descending night, she discovered him by her side. She had imagined how his armour would sparkle in the sunlight as he rode like a prince to claim his wife.
He had the familiar grace of a friend she used to know, and she had hoped that the look in his unusual, brave eye would awaken her heart to a startling light.
She had imagined that when he arrived, her spirit would be stirred in the same way that the turmoil of a furious storm stirs the ocean: he offered her the comfort of a heavenly calm and a peace that crowned her existence.
11. Mary Oliver’s Not Anyone Who Says.
When I talk about love, I don’t mean people who say they will choose carefully and sensibly or who will make their decisions slowly. Instead, I mean lovers who didn’t make any decisions at all but were instead sort of chosen by something unseen, strong, unpredictable, lovely, and perhaps even inappropriate.
12. Rupi Kaur’s I’d Be Lying.
If I said you render me silent, I would be lying; in reality, you weaken my tongue to the point that it forgets what language to use.
13. The Moment Rumi Told Me My First Love Story.
I didn’t realise how blind I was when I started hunting for you the moment I heard my first love story.
Lovers have always been in each other; they don’t need to meet in the end.
14. Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s “How Do I Love Thee”
How am I going to adore you? Permit me to enumerate the methods.
When feeling out of sight for the ends of Being and perfect Grace, I adore thee to the fullest extent, breadth, and height that my soul is capable of.
I adore you more than I can ever express, by candlelight and in the brightness of the sun.
I love you pure, as they turn away from praise; I love you freely, as men seek for what is right.
I adore you with a fervour that is combined with my early faith and my past sorrows.
I love you with a love that I appear to have lost along with my lost saints. I love you with all of my life’s breath, smiles, and tears. If God so chooses,
15. Raquel Franco’s title, “Someone to Walk with Me.”
I never wanted another person to complete me; all I wanted was someone who would stick by me no matter how far I wandered.
16. Sara Teasdale’s Tonight.
The sky is dazzling, the moon is a curved blossom of gold, and the sky is quiet and blue. The moon was intended for the sky to hold, and me for you.
For them, eternity was meant, and for us, tonight.
17. Eerie Evenings – Eerie Evenings! by Emily Dickinson.
Crazy nights – Crazy nights!
If I were with you
Our luxury should be wild evenings!
The winds are futile, the heart is in port, the compass is finished, and the chart is finished!
Ah, rowing on Eden’s sea!
Could I possibly moor in thee tonight?
We hope our selection of romantic poetry for a boyfriend proved useful. Consider it carefully before clicking the send button, and if everything is green, shoot one over.
