Love Poems About City or City Love Poems
by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: marriage, romance, travel, vacation,

A Venetian Honeymoon

A gondola floats o’er romantic tides
as you and I caress Venetian skies
laced deftly in exalted stars applied 
by brushes dipped in hues of lover’s eyes.      

A kiss beneath Rialto Bridge in spring
feels like our first so many years ago.
On every breeze, O Sole Mio sings
a serenade in city lights aglow.

This hope of love rekindled miles from home,
could be our chance to dream and reminisce.
Enlightened by a full moon’s wink, we’d roam
down Grand Canal in gleaming nights of bliss.      

Our renaissance, a second honeymoon -
to Venice, we could not escape too soon.  

Written 3/3/17 for Where I Want to Go Contest

by James Marshall Goff |
Categories: daughter

Her Senior Year

*for AG

Last leg home, the sun setting in the polluted haze of the city,
looks Like I feel, my thoughts a golden glow, every brushstroke

       I've painted filling the sky with my love for you...a painting
that will begin anew....with the sunrise
........with the sunrise

Though your footprints belong to you,
                                           my heart..... travels your path

Endless, as it should be,
                                         your destiny rewards my memory


by Panagiota Romios |
Categories: engagement, lost love, relationship, remember,

Do It Again, Please

Roll back the joy of golden, painted years.
Hold me in that rapture, of joyful cascading tears.

Place the engagement ring on my soft hand.
Allow me to hear the notes of passion’s band.

Oh, how deeply in love in the City by the Bay we were!
Then~abruptly dismissed by Cupid’s, stinging, sharp spur!

That glorious moment though, outlives the painful march of time.
When I was wholly yours, on love’s, long, enchanting, cascading vine!


by Panagiota Romios |
Categories: bereavement, grave, husband, loss, love, memory,

Tapestry of Life, An Elegy

             Tapestry of Life

In the still graveyard overlooking San Francisco Bay.
Her husband's young body doth rot and in profound 
silence lay.

Overlooking that city, where he married his young wife.
Who now recalls the beauty of his all too short, vibrant life.

The many walks on those heavenly hills, the poetry they read.
The coffee shops of North Beach, alas, their aromatic memories
So dreamy in her bowed, widowed head.

She stills dons her inexpensive, gold wedding ring to this very 
And when she touches it, all the magical love they shared~
still sings in it!

            December 28, 2019

by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: beautiful, devotion,


I am in my body
While floating above
A vessel for hate
Who chooses to love

A traveler of sorts
Roaming the earth
A pilgrim from the stars
who came here by birth 

Suffering is temporary
A lesson to learn
It’s for God’s Kingdom
I solemnly yearn

I am not merely
Just what you see
Not trapped in this body
I know my destiny 

Look in my eyes
Travel with me there
To a city of angels
Devoid of despair.

by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories: destiny, love, magic,

- the Taste of Love In the Rain -

A smooth summer rain drums on the umbrella
In a city where everything flies so fast
She could see him from a long distance
The heart beats an extra stroke - or more
Eight years have passed since their paths parted
The fate had brought them back together
He meets her with a smile and a soft butterfly kiss
like a tune filled with joy

"Finally at home" he says and kisses her once more
The feeling tears her under the red umbrella
Every raindrop felt like a kiss from heaven
He is the most beautiful man she has met
Amor can rest, he knows this is true love

Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
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by Arthur Vaso |
Categories: kiss, muse, remember, sad love,

A Christmas Callgirl

Everyone has gone home
Where ever home is
The city is bare
Only me
And the call girl left
We share our secrets
In silence
Comrades in despair
The cold winter chills us all
So we two find comfort
In a passing moment
She kisses her past
I kiss my desires
Our tongues kiss our dreams
A Christmas carol plays in the background
Snow begins to fall
Madeline must now go
On another call

by Thvia Shetley |
Categories: happiness, love, nostalgia, romance, seasons,

Walking With You

The icy wind blows through
blushing our cheeks,

Eyes stinging and watering,
and mouths tinted purple.

Snow flurries whirl around us
nipping at our ears;
making our breath white and heavy.

So, we pretend to smoke.

But wide grins give away our game
With hearts purging laughter,

We look long at each other,
Eyes glinting sincerely happy sighs.

City sidewalks stretching out
Before concrete winterlands,
And you and me walking,

Holding and swinging our hands.

by Katherine Braithwaite |
Categories: happiness, hope, inspirational, love, world, love,

A Beam of Light

A beam of light passed through my eyes
And showed to me a world disguised
So near,yet far,we do not see,
Unless by gift of grace redeemed.
That world is full of peace and calm
Its colors mingle,like a balm.
In such a moment all thought dies,
Revealing Love which underlies.
Colors caress my naked eyes.
Sunlight blesses new designs.
I stand enthralled,and do not wish
For one delight,other than this.
My breath slows down, and filled with joy,
I rove my eyes with bliss to toy.
Everything is just itself.
This is now my living wealth.
Beneath the noise of city traffic,
This mellow joy,love soporific,
This depth and peace, is always near
When we choose Love and turn from fear

by Craig Schaber |
Categories: art, happiness, health, hope, life, loss, lost love, love, peace, people

Lights of the City

Lights of the city far away they look so pretty. As I get closer your lights seem warm and 
bright as I search all through the night. But right next to you you’re not as warm as I had 
dreamed. I should never have traveled so far now all I want is to go back and just see you 
from afar. Your lights how pretty they are.

by Rob Carmack |
Categories: first love, lost love, mythology, raven,


As she walked across the sand,
receding waves made graffiti
out of the footsteps of a Valkyrie.
An ocean’s city let go of her hand
as we passed under a tree –
her hair like the gold of Valhalla’s marquee.
It was there, in another god’s hall,
the raven flew under a ceiling of shields,
and her grace lived in every swan.
It was then, when I first met need,
thirsting for wine but settling for mead.
Baldr’s death carved into a stone wall
moved me west to the mistletoe.
Her face held by another, his fingers 
the lightening that tore open the skies
and bled the blue into her eyes.
My first loss and left out of place,
to learn what can’t be taught.

by Ruth Miranda |
Categories: love

I Don'T Know You Yet

Sometimes I look for you at night,
And every now and again I wonder what you look like
or what are you doing while I write. 

Once in a while, I take long walks 
And I think of you.

Sometimes I wish I knew your name 
Or the city in which you live
Occasionally, while I look through the window,
I picture you in my mind.

Once in a while, when the rain wets my thoughts, 
I dream of you.

by Ilene Bauer |
Categories: new york,

Showing Off the City

In a city as big as New Yawk,
There’s so much at which tourists can gawk
But the locals’ fast pace
May be hard to embrace
So if guiding them, slow down your walk.

You can never squeeze everything in,
So pick places they never have been
And of course, be a mensch;*
Let them sit on a bench
Or exhaustion will make their heads spin.

Have them soak up the buzz we provide,
Surely different from where they reside.
They may love it or not
But at least they’ll have got
Just a taste of what fills us with pride.

*an admirable human being

by Marquis Mc Mills-Cooper |
Categories: love, romance, romantic, romantic love, , western,

A World Away

I found your eyes so randomly,
your face did not exist

No waist to place my arms around,
no lips for me to kiss

No hair to lose my fingers in,
nor ear to whisper sweet

No one to hide within my heart,
to fall in love so deep

Your image I saw by happenstance,
a beautiful vision to see

You held me there with just a look,
as you stared back at me

Your eyes, those lips, that lovely face,
my feelings are all for not

For you are more than a world away,
my beauty from Herat

Herat (Herr-Rot) is both an Afghan city and province. Herat City is the capital 
of Herat Province located in the western portion of Afghanistan.

Written in Afghanistan -May 2013

by Kenneth Fordham |
Categories: devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, imagination, love, seasons

Everything Is Alright

The wind blows it’s gentle breeze,
Rustling leaves here and there,
A horn beeps then another,
The city cries, why me, where.
Bring back the time,
Bring back the joy,
Know you are mine,
Children playing, catch my, toy.
Beauty all around,
Flowers still blooming,
Some so profound,
Winter is coming, she is, going.
In a split instant,
Love everywhere,
Get out your knickers,
So many do care, alone sitting, in his chair.
Get on a plane,
Come to me please,
It is starting to rain,
I am starting to sneeze, set your mind, at ease.
I am on the edge of no return,
Something must happen,
The wheels must churn,
In the misty moonlight, playing, everything, is alright.

by Sunlite Wanter |
Categories: love, mountains,

While Climbing the Rocks

While Climbing the Rocks

Through trees and rains and 
Lakes I have lived, but today I shall remember,
Remember the child who climbed rock mountains,
Shutting out the city sounds and,
Music of wind cuddling foothills and dreams.
Dreams of a log cabin and dreams of love,
With someone to share the quiet of the dove;
Puttering with pursuits, watching horned toads play,
On the side of a mountain looking away.

by Mike Gentile |
Categories: love, missing you, relationship, sleep,

Until You Return

It’s 4 am
I feign sleep
the room is quiet
it’s only your breathing that I hear
its rhythm is almost hypnotic
it feels safe

the night light of the city 
shimmers through the window
the blinds cast linear shadows
almost prison like bars
I count them one by one

I hear the faint rumble of a plane 
 in the distance  
and I know why I can’t sleep
you’ll be leaving in the morning

I look at the clock
it’s now 4:10
there’s no ticking
clocks don’t tick anymore
I wish they did

just a few minutes left before
some plane will whisk you away
 from me
and I’ll feign sleep each night
until you return

by Rockman Pritts |
Categories: song-lyricbeauty, beauty, magic,

Desparity of Love

Living on the lower side
Of town just gets me down
There ain't no money
Ain't no work here to be found

There ain't no luck and I
Ain't seen no magic charms
The only magic that I've found
Is in my babys arms

Litter lines the city streets
To show how much we care
Flowers die and birds get high
From breathing filthy air

I look around and try
To see where beauty lies
The only beauty that I've found
Is in my babys eyes

People try to tell me
We're living in a fantasy
But they don't understand
It's real for her and me

They try to tell me
We're making a mistake
If that means loving her
Then that's the chance I'll take

Rockman  :-)

by Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh |
Categories: love,

In that Rainy Night

In that rainy night
near her home
at the distance
a lone electric lamp shone; 
dribbling raindrops seen 
flickering in its light.
She might be sleeping then.
I was driving my car
in the rain 
towards my far home
in the city.

by Jan Oskar Hansen |
Categories: celebrity, chicago, chocolate, city,

The Muse

The Muse 
I remember it well when in the summer evenings
I went to see her we drank wine and made love
Embraced we slept to morning light.
Stay with me she said to rest a bit longer I will serve you tea
No, I wanted to go home savour the night in privacy 
Feed the dog, go for a walk and write about my love for her.
It ended like a morning dream; she had found a man who 
Drank her tea and stayed with her till he was too old
And she sent him to an old people’s home.
She had been my muse lives in my poems, but no,
I didn`t want to stay with her a painter rarely marries his model 
But she will always be there hanging in some gallery 
Or on the wall in the lobby of some hotel.

by Lizzie Maestas |
Categories: beauty, cancer, childhood, city,

Where I'M From

I’m from dirt covered knees 
and sweaty faces
I’m from playing in the sun
from dawn ‘til dusk
I’m from “being one of the guys”
playing sports in the mud pits of our backyards
I’m from striving to fit in
I’m from making mistakes
and learning from the consequences
I’m from going to parties
and staying out late
I’m from a shaky past
with an unknown future 
I’m from turning the bad into good
I’m from being the best I can be
and working hard to succeed
I’m from a family of survivors
supporting them through their fight with cancer
I’m from never giving up
on something you love

by Kristen Bruni |
Categories: lost loveme, me, , sweet love,

Emotion Explosion

Such a wonderful city of angels
Full of dreamers and schemers
You poisoned me with sweet love
Then poisoned me with anger.

A lion with an impatient roar
Slowly eating me alive.
Ever so cleverly. 
I never saw it coming. 
I've been devoured and feel invisible. 
I look in the mirror at a stranger now.

The Gods have allowed me gentle protection 
The Angels hover over me, shadows on my wall.
Safe, yet damaged and scared. 
Unhappy, bitter and vengeful. 
Emotions that exploded all at once
A bomb ticking away. you ignited it and detonated me. 

I love you but don't know what to do.

by John Watt |
Categories: song, travel,

The Long Train Ride

We boarded for the long ride on that train -
It brought back memories of being young.
Conductor: "Passengers will please refrain!"
Now 'City of New Orleans' on each tongue,
We sang through all those train songs we'd once sung:
The 'Loco-Motion', 'Marrakesh Express',
Then 'Peace Train', 'Love Train', 'Crazy Train' (a mess!)
We sang, 'Last Train to Clarksville' just for fun
And 'Chattanooga Choo Choo' (more or less!)
"We're gone 500 miles when day is done".

by Wez Lock |
Categories: lost love, love,

Unvalued Love

We flu to a brand new city 
check out the life at night 
Women breathing fire 
signs of our mans desire 

I told the girl of my dreams to wait 
She stood for the feelings are mutual 
stuck here in sutural 
unable to move 

The real tender touch of true love 
How far would you travel to find 
Its always at the back of his mind 
sigh with love as tonight its mine .

by Anonomus Scorpio |
Categories: beautiful, for her, romantic, romantic love, urban, woman, women,

Showing me the universe

Arm-in-arm unspoken is the message received; neither of us is looking to disperse; Standing parallel, hands held laced, with a kiss to yours averse I'll look for days at a loss for simple ways to remember each smile you intersperse; Though our dinner is done, can we still be spoons who can also converse? I hold your head, and we watch the sky fade to honey-red; day, please reverse! Be damned the stars playing out the scene of all nights past rehearse As city lights come on all around us, I'm lifted from a lifetime's blinding curse On this terrace, while they sparkle in your eyes, you're showing me the universe