50 Deep Love Poems For Boyfriend That Will Make Him Cry

Emotional love poems for your boyfriend will touch his soul and make him shed tears of pure happiness by expressing your love in the most heartfelt way. Love is a beautiful feeling that deserves to be celebrated, and what better way to express your affection than through heart melting poetry? Sweet and touching love poems are like tiny cute notes from your heart to your boyfriend’s.

Whether it’s his birthday, an anniversary, or just a regular day when you want to make him feel special, these heartwarming poems will help you connect with your boyfriend on a deeper level. Romantic love poems for boyfriend that will make him cry can help you create unforgettable moments and strengthen your bond like never before.

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Deep Meaningful Love Poems For Him

Untitled by Christopher Poindexter

His eyes were like
clocks that stopped
spinning the moment
she stared into
them. The universe
halted. All things
began to breathe
each others stillness.
To her: it was
a simple, blue,

I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

Bright Star by John Keats

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art–
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors–
No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever–or else swoon to death.

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Love Comes Quietly by Robert Creeley

Love comes quietly,
finally, drops
about me, on me,
in the old ways.
What did I know
thinking myself
able to go
alone all the way.

One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII By Pablo Neruda

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love, the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

The Floating Poem by Adrienne Rich

Whatever happens with us, your body
will haunt mine—tender, delicate
your lovemaking, like the half-curled frond
of the fiddlehead fern in forests
just washed by sun. Your traveled, generous thighs
between which my whole face has come and come—
the innocence and wisdom of the place my tongue has found there—
the live, insatiate dance of your nipples in my mouth—
your touch on me, firm, protective, searching
me out, your strong tongue and slender fingers
reaching where I had been waiting years for you
in my rose-wet cave—whatever happens, this is.

Defeated by Love by Rumi

The sky was lit
by the splendor of the moon
So powerful
I fell to the ground
Your love
has made me sure
I am ready to forsake
this worldly life
And surrender
to the magnificence
of your Being

Variations Of The Word Love By Margaret Atwood

This is a word we use to plug holes with.
It’s the right size for those warm
blanks in speech, for those red heart-
shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing
like real hearts.

Add lace and you can sell it.
We insert it also in the one empty space
on the printed form that comes with no instructions.
There are whole magazines with not much in them
but the word love,
you can rub it all over your body and you
can cook with it too.

How do we know it isn’t what goes on at the cool
debaucheries of slugs under damp
pieces of cardboard?
As for the weed-seedlings nosing their tough snouts up
among the lettuces, they shout it.
Love! Love! sing the soldiers, raising
their glittering knives in salute.

Then there’s the two of us. This word
is far too short for us, it has only
four letters, too sparse
to fill those deep bare
vacuums between the stars
that press on us with their deafness.

It’s not love we don’t wish
to fall into, but that fear.
This word is not enough but it will
have to do. It’s a single vowel
in this metallic silence, a mouth that says
O again and again in wonder
and pain, a breath, a finger
grip on a cliffside. You can
hold on or let go.

Meeting at Night by Robert Browning

The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low:
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

I Love You by Harry Boslem

I can’t talk to you without feeling honor.
I can’t see you without feeling wonder.
I can’t touch you without feeling pure.
I can’t feel you without wanting more.
I can’t hold you without feeling safe.
I can’t kiss you without feeling great.
I can’t miss you without feeling pain.
I can’t meet you without wanting to again.
I can’t watch you without feeling awe.
I can’t love you without feeling loved.
I can’t lay with you without feeling passion.
I can’t stay away without feeling rationed.
I can’t dream of you without sleeping soundly.
I can’t cope without you around me.
I can’t sleep without you in the bed.
I can’t be alive without feeling your breath.
I can’t think without you on my mind.
I can’t leave without feeling unkind.
But most of all,
I can’t exist without you in my life

I Carry Your Heart With Me (I Carry It In My Heart) By E. E. Cummings

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in
my heart) I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)

I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart).

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It’s Your Flaws I Want to Taste by Lora Mathis

It’s your flaws
I want to taste.
Your crooked mouth.
The way you smell after
being out all day.
The lump in your throat.
Your shaky hands.
Your morning breath.
Your prickly legs.
Your pimpled politeness.
Your tangled hair.
I don’t want to be able to
run my fingers through you
easily. It’s no fun writing
about perfections.
I want to talk about you-

My River by Emily Dickinson

My river runs to thee.
Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me?
My river awaits reply.
Oh! sea, look graciously.

I’ll fetch thee brooks
from spotted nooks.
Say, sea, Take me!

You are the Reason

I never really knew you
You were just another friend
But when I got to know you,
I let my heart unbend.
I couldn’t help past memories
that would only make me cry
I had to forget my first love
and give love another try
So I’ve fallen in love with you
and I’ll never let you go
I love you more than anyone
I just had to let you know
And if you ever wonder why
I don’t know what I’ll say
But I’ll never stop loving you
each and every day
My feelings for you will never change
Just know my feelings are true
Just remember one thing
I Love You

Love’s Unspoken Language

In the silence of our glances, love whispers its tale,
A story so profound, where words dare not prevail.
Your smile, a beacon in my night, guiding me through,
In every beat of my heart, a testament to the love I hold for you.

Within your embrace, I find my peace, my home,
In the depth of your eyes, the promise I’m never alone.
For you, my love, I’d cross oceans, climb the highest peak,
Your happiness, your joy, is all my heart ever seeks.

With every dawn, my love for you, anew,
A bond so deep, a feeling so true.
In this life’s journey, through storms and through calm,
Your hand in mine, a soothing balm.

So let these words, my dear, convey what my heart wants to say,
You are my forever, my always, in every single way.
May this poem, though simple, touch the core of your heart,
A reminder of our love, that we’re never truly apart.

Echoes of Our Souls

In the silence between heartbeats, our souls whisper soft and low,
A language of love only the two of us know.
You are the dream I dared not dream, the wish I barely spoke,
The peace I found amid the storm, my fire when I’m smoke.

In your eyes, I see the dawn of a thousand sunrises,
In your smile, the promise of a million unwritten stories.
With you, love is not just a fleeting moment of bliss,
But a deep, meaningful journey into the abyss.

Emotional Love Poems For Him From The Heart

Love’s Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—

See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?

Poem for My Love by June Jordon

How do we come to be here next to each other
in the night
Where are the stars that show us to our love
Outside the leaves flame usual in darkness
and the rain
falls cool and blessed on the holy flesh
the black men waiting on the corner for
a womanly mirage
I am amazed by peace
It is this possibility of you
and breathing in the quiet air

I Love You by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hair when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.
Not for me the cold, calm kiss
Of a virgin’s bloodless love;
Not for me the saint’s white bliss,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
But give me the love that so freely gives
And laughs at the whole world’s blame,
With your body so young and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor heart aflame.
So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
Still fragrant with ruby wine,
And say with a fervor born of the South
That your body and soul are mine.
Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
While the pale stars shine above,
And we’ll live our whole young lives away
In the joys of a living love.

When You Come by Maya Angelou

When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.

Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,

I loved you first: but afterwards your love by Christina Rossetti

I loved you first: but afterwards your love
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.
Which owes the other most? my love was long,
And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;
I loved and guessed at you, you construed me
And loved me for what might or might not be –
Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.
For verily love knows not ‘mine’ or ‘thine;’
With separate ‘I’ and ‘thou’ free love has done,
For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of ‘thine that is not mine;’
Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one.

Love’s Coming by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle’s call;
But he came instead with a stealthy tread,
Which she did not hear at all.
She had thought how his armor would blaze in the sun,
As he rode like a prince to claim his bride:
In the sweet dim light of the falling night
She found him at her side.
She had dreamed how the gaze of his strange, bold eye
Would wake her heart to a sudden glow:
She found in his face the familiar grace
Of a friend she used to know.
She had dreamed how his coming would stir her soul,
As the ocean is stirred by the wild storm’s strife:
He brought her the balm of a heavenly calm,
And a peace which crowned her life.

Not Anyone Who Says by Mary Oliver

Not anyone who says, “I’m going to be
careful and smart in matters of love,”
who says, “I’m going to choose slowly,”
but only those lovers who didn’t choose at all
but were, as it were, chosen
by something invisible and powerful and uncontrollable
and beautiful and possibly even
unsuitable —
only those know what I’m talking about
in this talking about love.

I’d Be Lying by Rupi Kaur

I’d be lying if I said
you make me speechless
the truth is you make my
tongue so weak it forgets
what language to speak in.

Echoes of Us

In the quiet of the night, when the world falls asleep,
I think of us, a love so vast, a bond so deep.
Every laughter shared, every tear we’ve wiped away,
Becomes the melody of love, in our hearts to forever stay.

Your touch ignites a fire, a flame that burns so bright,
In your arms, I find my strength, my will to fight.
For us, I dream of tomorrows, filled with love’s sweet embrace,
In every sunset, in every dawn, I find your face.

To the world, you might be one person, but to me, you’re the whole world,
In the story of my life, it’s your name that’s brightly unfurled.
So, my love, let this poem be the mirror of my soul,
Reflecting a love that makes me complete, that makes me whole.

With every word, a tear, a testament to my love for you,
A promise of forever, a love ever so true.
May these simple verses, my emotions convey,
My love for you, eternal, in every way.

Uncharted Love

In the uncharted territories of our intertwined hearts,
Where the map of love has no end and no starts,
I’ve found my adventure, my challenge, my quest,
In loving you deeply, in seeking your heart’s chest.

Your love is a poem, with each line a breath taken anew,
A sonnet of passion, a timeless ballad, eternally true.
With every word, a bond strengthens, a vow to always keep,
In the depth of your soul, a love so vast, an ocean so deep.

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The Minute I Heard My First Love Story by Rumi

The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,
they’re in each other all along.

How Do I Love Thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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 everyday’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 a 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.

When You Are Old By William Butler Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Come, and Be My Baby by Maya Angelou

The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that’ll burn
Some people wrap their lives around a cocktail glass
And you sit wondering
where you’re going to turn.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.

Some prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrow
But others say we’ve got a week or two
The paper is full of every kind of blooming horror
And you sit wondering
what you’re gonna do.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.

A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.

In the Realm of Us

In the realm where silence speaks louder than words,
Where glances hold conversations, never to be overheard,
There, in the quiet depth of night, under the watch of stars,
I find the essence of you, a love that heals all scars.

Your presence is a melody, in the chaos, a harmonious sound,
With you, my soul’s peace, in love’s sweet depth, is found.
In the tapestry of life, with threads of joy and moments of strife,
You are the artist, painting colors of love into the canvas of my life.

Long Love Poems For Boyfriend That Will Make Him Cry

Mad Girl’s Love Song by Sylvia Plath

“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”

Good-Night By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill
Which severs those it should unite;
Let us remain together still,
Then it will be good night.

How can I call the lone night good,
Though thy sweet wishes wing its flight?
Be it not said, thought, understood —
Then it will be — good night.

To hearts which near each other move
From evening close to morning light,
The night is good; because, my love,
They never say good-night.

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day? (Sonnet 18) By William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Wild Nights – Wild Nights! By Emily Dickinson

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 – tonight –
In thee!

To My Dear And Loving Husband By Anne Bradstreet

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 persevere,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night By Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Constellations of Love

We’ve woven constellations in the sky of our embrace,
Each star a memory, every constellation, a trace
Of the journey we’ve embarked upon, hearts in tandem beat,
In you, I’ve found my rhythm, in me, your heartbeat’s repeat.

Your love, a deep ocean, in which I willingly drown,
With every wave, every tide, my defenses come down.
You are the lighthouse guiding me through my darkest night,
In the depth of your love, I’ve found my brightest light.

Infinite Canvas

On the infinite canvas of our shared time,
Each moment a brushstroke, each day a rhyme.
Your love is the palette from which all colors spring,
Creating a masterpiece, a beautiful, boundless thing.

In you, I’ve found not just love, but a mirror to my soul,
Reflecting back the pieces that make me whole.
With you, love is not just an emotion, but a journey deep and vast,
A testament to the present, a nod to the future, a homage to the past.

Short Love Poems For Him To Make Him Cry

Hi baby, I just wanted to say
I hope your happy, hope you’re having a good day
There is a little secret that I have been keeping from you
The clues will be so simple, in nine months the colors will either be pink or blue

Again And Again By Rainer Maria Rilke
Again and again, however, we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.

The roses smell sweet and we unravel the day
I hold your body closely, as my heart melts away
In your strong arms I feel safe
More safe than other think
So charming and witty
Heart pure of gold as you start to wink
You look down at me as I look at you
My heart is full of love, all the love for you

The moon is bright, as I look your way
Not much is being said, not much is there to say
Your hands so strong, as you pull me closer to you
I began to look up your way, to mouth the words, I love you

Had I The Heavens’ Embroidered Cloths By William Butler Yeats
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

I miss you so deeply,
My heart struggles to beat,
I cannot breathe fully,
I can’t wait till we meet,
When we are apart,
All I can do,
Is sit here and long to be close to you.

My heart is yearning for your love
When I see you
My heart skips a beat
Your smile sweeps my heart away.

There has never been someone, quite like you
With your loving heart, to you I will always stay true
I will walk a straight line, with you by side
For you my darling I will always ride
You’re my one and only, I will always love and stay real
This love you give me, I will always feel

The Good-Morrow By John Donne
“I wonder by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
‘Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.
And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone;
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown;
Let us possess one world; each hath one, and is one.”

I have always made mistakes in my life
But I have always known that you will never be one of them
I have seen some rainy days in my lifetime
But all the good memories I have are with you
You have turned my hell into a paradise
I love you and I want you to stay forever

I love you from the bottom of my heart
I loved you from the very start
I worship every inch of your soul
I’ll help you reach your highest goal
And when you need me I’ll be there
To help you breathe in your last air

These deep, meaningful love poems for him capture the essence of a love that transcends the ordinary, exploring the depths of connection, emotion, and soulful bond that defines your relationship.