Love Poems for Him

Beautiful Love Poems for Him

If you’ve ever been fortunate to taste the wine of love, everything about you would want to profess about it. In fact, you can readily describe the feelings that consume you from head to toes when you remember your object of affection. At this point we need not tell you that a sweet way of telling your love is through poems. No matter how good or bad you are with writing poems, the love poems for him below are pure delights to inspire you to spice up your love life.

Deep Love Poems For Him

Deep Love Poems For Him

I sat passionately on your laps,
Gazing lustfully into your eyes.
I knew from the moment you touched me,
That I will burn to unrecognizable ashes.

I fought relentlessly for your love,
Striving hard to keep you happy.
I knew that if I gave you my all,
I will live to be the happiest woman.

I think of you wantonly:
Enough is lacking in my dictionary.
Because everything about you opens me more,
To the knowledge that I can’t do without you.

I met you when I had left love.
You stuck to your gun but I was adamant;
Nothing you said made sense
To a heart bereft of care.

You wanted to prove the difference
But I chose to stay indifferent.
I wished then that you leave me alone
To wallow in my misery.

But a God-sent is on a mission;
That, I found out with time.
You stayed, baby,
Not paying attention to my hardheartedness,
You stood strong and loved me like I love you.

You are my gift, my solace.
I have endured the nights
Just to be with you.
Never let me go
Now I am head over heels in love with you.

It is hard to measure the extent I love you.
It is like counting the grains of rice in a sack,
Or trying to number how often my mind is soaked with thoughts of you.

Oceans have got nothing in them
As vast as my plans for you.
All the trees in the forest put together
Lack the evergreen quality of my desire for you.
Even the ground I tread upon
Fears the strength of my decision to walk through the fire for you.

I mean it when I call you, “My one and only”.
You are the song my heart sings
And the air my lungs take.
In life and hereafter,
You remain my vital choice.

Will I be wrong to say that you are my sunlight,
The brightness that rocks my day?
Will I be overstepping your boundaries
If I refer to you as my lord, the overseer of my heart’s affairs?

Will I come across to you as being too forward,
If I ask you to stay with me forever?
Was your mind able to perceive that such a day will come
When I will hold onto you for the zeal to live?

After all have been said and done, my love,
You’ll still see me with my undying passion
Spread my wings to take in all of you,
For that’s about everything I wish to do,
Else, I am as good as dead.

Short  Love Poems For Him

Short  Love Poems For Him

Water washes thirst away
And food suffocates hunger.
Likewise, your loving presence.

The sun forces seeds upward
And the wind beats the leaves around.
Likewise, the strength of your motivation.

The hands soften rough planes
And the feet steady spinning balls.
Likewise, your love for me.

I wish to be with you
Each time I get lonely
It isn’t because for lack of company
For many are those I call friends.

You are unique,
Tirelessly affectionate.
With you, I touch peace
Around you, I swim in joy.
Endless joy.

Nobody knows when their life would come to an end
Since we know nothing about the future.
But I can tell that my life would end meaningfully
Since I know that my heart beats for you.

You are my dream come true
My hopes made alive
My expectations made a reality
My desires satisfied.

Loving you is devoid of reasons
Full of purpose
Overflowing with grace
Pressed down with sufficiency.
I love you, mine.

Do you still remember
How we used to play in the sands
With the rain throwing its bittersweet pellets on us?
Do you still remember the times
When we kissed passionately,

Our tongues searching ferociously for each other’s
Never giving up on our quest to become drunk in love?
Do you still remember, honey?

Famous Love Poems For Him

Famous Love Poems For Him

“The Look” by Sara Teasdale (1884 – 1933)

Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.

“How Do I Love Thee,” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most 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 use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With 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.
Beauty, midnight, vision dies:
Let the winds of dawn that blow
Softly round your dreaming head
Such a day of welcome show
Eye and knocking heart may bless,
Find our mortal world enough;
Noons of dryness find you fed
By the involuntary powers,
Nights of insult let you pass
Watched by every human love.

“To My Dear and Loving Husband” by Anne Bradstreet (1612 – 1672)

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.

“Wild Nights! Wild Nights!” by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1866)

Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile the winds
To a heart in port, —
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart!

Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in Thee!

“Another Valentine” by Wendy Cope

Today we are obliged to be romantic
And think of yet another valentine.
We know the rules and we are both pedantic:
Today’s the day we have to be romantic.

Our love is old and sure, not new and frantic.
You know I’m yours and I know you are mine.
And saying that has made me feel romantic,
My dearest love, my darling valentine.

“Serenade” by Djuna Barnes (1892 – 1982)

Three paces down the shore, low sounds the lute,
The better that my longing you may know;
I’m not asking you to come,
But—can’t you go?

Three words, “I love you,” and the whole is said—
The greatness of it throbs from sun to sun;
I’m not asking you to walk,
But—can’t you run?

Three paces in the moonlight’s glow I stand,
And here within the twilight beats my heart.
I’m not asking you to finish,
But—to start.

Funny Love Poems For Him

Funny Love Poems For Him

Many men are out there
Some closer to me than you think
They, alongside their hearts,
Keep vying for my attention.

Little do they know – as well as you, sunny boy,
That I have little care for bodies and hearts
No, not the way you think it:
I care little for looks and promises.

I care a lot for love, for respect, for humor.
Theirs are scanty, while yours are plenteous
Even though you know it not.

So, I stick with you
‘Cause I want you.
And will wait for you
‘Till you come around to your senses!

Softly and tenderly
You beckoned me to follow you.
I did all I could to resist your call
But before I knew it,
I was already chatting away with you.

Slowly and steadily,
You carried me through the clouds.
I flapped my arms helplessly
And you stared at me confused.
But I did that,
Just to let you know I was enjoying the ride with you.

I needed to be loved
But didn’t know I would be swept away so quickly.
Perhaps it’s your ridiculous sense of humor,
Or maybe, your boisterous laughter
That had me in your net so suddenly.

Written by Antonio Webb

Dreamer, thinker and writer who is still exploring the nuances of being a human in this world. When not writing or sleeping I keep myself busy in the aromas of the ingredients that I like to cook up for a delicious meal.