Love Poems About Lilacs or Lilacs Love Poems
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: autumn, lost love,

Lilah of the Lilacs

Like violets were her eyes when first I spied the lady with a sweet child’s face who peeked at me from bushes that she stood beside, alluring Lilah, beaming, apple-cheeked! And so it was that more and more I found myself among the lilacs in that place where first we’d met, that I might hear the sound of Lilah’s laugh and glimpse her angel’s face. On fragrant garden paths we knew the thrill of blossoming affection. Poetry was time we spent! But when my love fell ill, the autumn of our bliss was not to be. . . I visit Lilah now where she’s at rest nearby the lilac blooms she liked the best.

by Phillip Garcia |
Categories: lost love,

I Dream of Dreams

I dream of a place where dancers embrace,
Waltzing together incipient lights,
Music transposed echoed heavenly grace,
Accompanies first harmonious nights;

I dream of lilacs and lavender mist,
Adrift susurrus shoreline’s infinite breeze,
Flowing compassion through time reminisced,
That journeys taken be traveled with ease:

I dream of a whisper remembered well,
Spoken in honeydew’s gentle caress,
Promising lovers when broken-hearts swell,
Friendship would mean there’s always forgiveness.

I dream of a dream where happiness numbs,
That dreams of a place where yesterday comes.

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: seasons

A Springtime Song

Soft showers fall and robins call. 
The scent of grass is sweet.
Meadows green and saplings lean
in warmth of April’s breeze.

The skies are fair and in the air
the lilacs’ fragrance wafts.
Small buds first show, then quickly grow –
delighting bees and wasps!

May’s flowers beam and streamlets gleam
along the mountain slopes.
Colors sing and everything
is life and love and hope!


by Silent One |
Categories: care, love,

I need your love


I need your love when life seems lame,
behind each sigh I call your name.
In silent slumber when in pain,
you shelter me in misty rain.
Emphasize that I'm not to blame.

When I'm weary and full of shame.
Cajole my heart, so it can tame.
Stop my mind from feeling insane.
I need your love.

I will sing a song to exclaim
and strum my guitar to proclaim
how your support keeps my thoughts sane.
Like lilacs your voice soothes the strain.
I'm etching your words to reclaim
I need your love

by S. Grace |
Categories: beautiful, cute love, feelings, heart, i love you, love, passion,

Dreams

I have dreams 
Where our hearts dance
Along with our bodies.
Hands touching hands,
The sweet intimacy of a 
Silent waltz.
In these dreams,
We are one 
Our souls fuse,
And we are infinite.
We are floating
We are magic
We are a flickering flame
In a land of eternal night.
We are apart from reality,
Every background noise
Replaced by the sound of 
Two synchronized heartbeats.
I have dreams where
The melodies in our head
Combine to create
The perfect song,
And flowers bloom with our every step,
Filling our bodies with roses and lilacs
So that if in that moment we were to die,
We would bleed bouquets.

by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: love, old,

When Lilacs Blossomed - Just a Note

One day soon I will grow old enough

not to remember the date,day, night and season

But , my mind ...  My mind would never forget that hazy afternoon

When Spring was over, yet lilacs blossomed with your return.

by Joseph May |
Categories: rain,

Raindrops and Roses

When gray clouds imposed their will upon the sky
With roaring refrain thunder replied
And raindrops in buckets came tumbling down
With life giving waters the earth it did crown

As it rained and rained all through the day
I watched from my window at my garden's bouquet
As the lilacs and violets in fragrant repose
Swayed in the wind as did the rose

When raindrops met roses that summer afternoon
I watched from my window up in my room
As the flowers drank this nectar sent from above
There meeting it seemed was all about love

by Pippi B. |
Categories: love, pain,

Hues

What is the color of love? 
Is it red? 
Pink, purple, the color of lilacs, 
Yellow, daisies, butterflies in the stomach,
glitter and unicorns,
skipping through a garden? 

What is the color of pain?
Is it blue?
Brown, dead orange leaves, 
grey, chrysanthemums and carnations,
pitch black, with the muffling sound of a thousand bees?

by Robert A. Dufresne |
Categories: family, love, motherin memoriam,

In Memoriam

WE SEE LILACS TOUCHED WITH DEW,
SHIMMERING IN THE MORNING SUN,
WE SEE THE FIRST ROBIN, 
RED BREASTED AND EAGER,
EVER A SIGN THAT SPRING HAS COME
A GOLDEN SUN
SPLASHING IT'S ENDLESS COLORED PAINTINGS
ON A CANVAS OF BLUE,
WE SEE A MOTHER TEACHING HER CHILDREN TO PRAY,
WE HEAR THE LULLABY, THE LAUGHTER,
...AND WE SEE YOU...

by Linda Alice Fowler |
Categories: creation, environment, flower, garden, god, nature,

Wildflower Gardens

Glossy, heart-shaped leaves of galax
ringed ‘round the lingering lilacs
that played across the garden gate,
bent now – bowed from foliage’ weight.

Wild roses replace Venus et fleur
having a sweet natural alure.
Chicory and Madonna lily
grow here and there, and willy-nilly.

Bachelor buttons and blue bonnets
clothe the field with unsung sonnets.
Coreopsis and black-eyed Susans
frolic with their rambunctious cousins.

Of all the flowers God has wrought
I love the ones that were last thought.
Haphazard flair of wild flowers
bestow joy with dewy showers.

by Panagiota Romios |
Categories: imagery, love, moon,

Twilight Spring Fantasy

                                 

                                      5/7/2025



Twilight shimmers, in the purple poignancy at the birthing of our auspicious joyful Spring.

Let us love with abandon, dearest one, fragranced by the lilacs’ perfumed sweet timing!


by Regina Elliott |
Categories: 7th grade, bird, christian, forgiveness, god, humanity, jesus,

Forgive And Doves

My faith blooms of a cherish for our Forgiver,
and forgiveness isn't, "I'll forgive you,
if you'll forgive me,"
it's a symphony of lilacs in the springtime 
fields,
a song from the wren's delicate heart,
it's when you awaken after a bitter night
of anger melted into tiredness.
Moments of grief turned to lavender
scented pillows lulling you into a
resplendent dream.
Forgiveness is of white doves ascending
to Heaven's purest love,
carrying whispers of the world praying,
as little workers in your mind build a bridge
of golden cables of peace forged by God,
whether those you've forgiven have a
reunion with you or not. ~

by Donna Jones |
Categories: love, sound,

Lilac Blooms

I saw you again yesterday
Our eyes met, you looked away

I remember the songs you used to sing
As I sit here and wonder if my phone will ring

Now I'm picking a glass of lilac blooms
You planted for me, back when we shared bedrooms

It's been oh so long ago...
But time stands still, as you say hello

The sound of your voice makes me quiver
 May the lilacs stay in bloom forever....

©Donna Jones

by Christine A Kysely |
Categories: introspection, life, love, nature, nostalgia

Lilac's Heavy Scent

lilacs heavy scent

hangs about every breath

may coupled with june




(June 2nd, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved, except the right to forward 
and to share with friends - with credit --which is held to be a good idea and thus 
encouraged.

by Ken Duddle |
Categories: funny, happiness, imagination, lost love, love, people,

Valentine's Day Love

As she walked in to the room The air filled with the smell of lilacs Sweet music drifted to my ears As she walked in to the room. As she walked in to the room My heart skipped a thousand beats My eyes saw the worlds beauty As she walked in to the room. As she walked in to the room Her smile enlightened my day Her shining hair moved my emotions As she walked in to the room. As she walked in to the room She embraced a young man nearby My dreams awoke me to reality As they walked out of the room.

by Kate Sparks |
Categories: bereavement, blue, boy, childhood, death, dedication, flower, imagery, love, memory, mother son, remember, seasons, son,

Memories of Spring

After the lilacs have gone by,
before golden flowers bloom
we will walk through meadows
soft and blue 
and feast on bread with honey 
stolen from autumn bees 
still drunk in love with sunflowers.

After the lilacs have gone by,
before red poppies dance,
as we wake in meadows
soft with dew
you will kiss my honeyed lips
and we will walk through springs
still drunk in love with bluebells.

After the lilacs have gone by,
before brown leaves of autumn
as we remember meadows
green and new
sweet dreams will flow like honey
from a sunflower child 
with eyes the shade of bluebells

by William Darnell Sr |
Categories: beauty, for her, imagery, nature, passion, romantic love, sensual,

Choosing Me

Choosing Me

I sing today with a joyful heart, 
for the dark-clouds had left from wavering over the top. 
I wake in the light of the sun now, 
and the birds once again sing with me in a relay.

The flowerings' spread all about in the fields,
with the thickets alongside them in balance.
The scent of the lavender and lilacs; I do thee smell,
brings about the enrichment of what you brought to my life.

The hours of my yesteryears will never fade from you,
for you have not only shown what the meaning of life was, 
but the bliss of the purpose is hard to fathom. 

Thank you, my love, for choosing me!

by James Fraser |
Categories: blessing, color, flower, journey, love, people, relationship,

Combination of Three Words - When Lilacs Spoke

Hey baby, wasn't it delightful the smell of lilacs Their aroma even now as we lie pitch black room Witnessing slight breeze, their dancing colours tack Their life so rainbow gracing blooms Such is they that they remind me, Dessert tasted It's a memory you have, that's shared taste buds us Ice cream scoop ballons in melt, mmm, never wasted As we lie again pitch black room, in discuss Soon baby us, a secret box revealed to the world Your favourite flower caressed blessed to seed It's now just over a year, it's time to be unfurled A plane ticket for us both, loves decreed Written December 18th, 2015

by João Camilo |
Categories: love, music, poetry,

Song of Love

She walked by my side
trying to clasp my hand,
I was dreaming wide 
with a lonesome land. 

Where she could not follow
or call me through the night –
my heart is now hollow 
and whiteness is my sight…

A man with a smile on his lips
and an old guitar on his back
gave me life’s wicked tips:
Love is better when love lacks,
you will follow alone his track
surrounded by scattered lilacs…

by Ann Roske |
Categories: happiness, imagination, love, seasons,

Sweet Memories Drift

Sweet memories of true love recalled
when lilacs scent drifts on the breeze.

by Robert A. Dufresne |
Categories: love, mother, , Lullaby, , In Memoriam, in memoriam,

In Memoriam 5th Poem

WE SEE LILACS TOUCHED WITH DEW,
SHIMMERING IN THE MORNING SUN,
WE SEE THE FIRST ROBIN, 
RED BREASTED AND EAGER,
EVER A SIGN THAT SPRING HAS COME
A GOLDEN SUN
SPLASHING IT'S ENDLESS COLORED PAINTINGS
ON A CANVAS OF BLUE,
WE SEE A MOTHER TEACHING HER CHILDREN TO PRAY,
WE HEAR THE LULLABY, THE LAUGHTER,
...AND WE SEE YOU...

5th poem on the soup 
written 11/9/09

by Michael J. Falotico |
Categories: lovelove,

Under the Shade of Flowers

We lay so close with the warm smell
of spring and lilacs..
We share kisses and moments in the 
view of bright yellow daisies..
The shadow of a cascading row of roses
umbrella our hidden time..
And under this beautiful array of colors
we cherish our love forever..
As an audience of flowers applaud with a
fragrance and matched love and yearning..





"Flowers" contest
written by Michael J Falotico

by Elaine George |
Categories: happiness, nostalgia, places,

Grandma's Kitchen

Wood burning
In a Franklin stove-
The smell of yeast
And rising dough-
Lace curtains
Fluttering- 
In an open window
Where soft
Ocean breezes blow-
With the scent of
The wild rose-
Pastel rainbows
Dancing
On the walls-
Reflections made
Where sunbeams
Fall-
Upon a crystal vase
Where lilacs bloom-
And fill the room-
With lavender
Perfume-

Heaven!
Here on earth-
But a thought away-
In a place where love
Was made-
In that old house
In grandma’s kitchen-
High above
The Fundy Bay-

by Blake Holland |
Categories: anger,

Xenophobia

The chagrin in my mind
is hurting but I don't want
to be a folly then I  put a
vexation on my life
but I was tempted to kill
the stars and lost all my
money even though
I have Xenophobia
the lilacs are blooming in
the land above I mourn'd
for love walking through the
pale dawn on a saturday night
but I can't like people 
because I have Xenophobia.

by Margarita Lillico |
Categories: sensual,

Scentual Cravings

I languorously love how lilacs smell, For aromatic coffee beans I fell, Sultry perfume stirs senses deep within, My palate’s hooked on Indian Cuisine. Exotic spice and flavors stir me, yet The most compelling I cannot forget - Once caught, I got addicted and enslaved - Your fragrant pheromones’ sweet scent I crave. March 14, 2021