Inside: Loving February poems for you and your sweetheart to share this Valentine’s season.
There’s more to the month of February than just Valentine’s Day– there’s fashion week and the Super Bowl, too… while they may be present themes and events in the month of February, it’s obvious that Valentine’s Day takes the cake for being the most relevant day for the month. Whether you celebrate or not, it’s all around and you just have to take it in.
Maybe you’re in a relationship and gearing up to go all out on Valentine’s Day, or maybe you’re single and about to plan the best Galentine’s you’ve ever attended for you and all your best friends that don’t have a technical Valentine this year.
Either way, it’s safe to say that the day is all about love, no matter what kind. Romantic love, platonic love, family love… Focus on spreading love of all kinds this February. What better way than with poetry?
The best way to tell someone how much they mean to you is through poem and song. While most of us don’t possess the talents that it takes to be able to produce a whole song on our own (though that would be SO cool), there’s always poetry that we can share that holds it together.
Making a playlist with all of your favorite love songs or sending a text with a lovely poem that sounds like it was written just for the person you’re sending it to are such lovely ways to share the love this February. While no one knows the love that you hold for the people in your life, other poets may be able to get pretty close to explaining the feeling.
Whether you’re feeling the love all around for your besties or for your special someone this season, here are 7 loving February poems for you to share the love all month long.
Why Do We Celebrate Valentine’s Day?
We’ve made little pink and red heart shaped valentine’s for our friends for as long as we can remember in school, but why oh why do we actually celebrate Valentine’s Day on February 14th?
As with most holidays in the Western world, the day is named after a famous saint, Saint Valentine who preached the gospel until he was martyred on February 14th in 269. It became a day to honor him and the good work he had done to share the gospel with the world.
Before this, though, there was already a tradition in place on February 15th to bring on fertility to the land. There would be sacrifices to gods of fertility, and then the young women of the nation would have their names drawn by eligible bachelors to be paired together for marriage.
A combination of these two happenings have likely created the Valentine’s Day we know and love today. While it’s a little morbid and totally irrelevant to our culture today, it’s beginnings like these that create something so iconic in the 21st century.
Now we just have a day filled with roses and chocolates and love– and if you’re single this year, binge watching your favorite movies with your besties. I’ll see you there.
Loving February Poems
There’s only so much you can say with normal words to tell someone how much you love them, but poetry takes it so much deeper than a simple, “I love you,” can. It’s a game changer when you start to get creative and wordy with it. Poetry and music are the words of our souls and open our hearts just a little deeper.
1. You’re the Poem
If only this poetry could define,
how your presence takes me towards cloud nine.
Your touch brings sensations that feel divine,
yet, my tongue is quiet, fighting this muse of mine.
Waiting for the moment our lips can greet,
your sweet voice takes control of my heartbeat.
I sigh hallelujah, as our eyes meet,
the taste of your mouth makes my life complete.
Suddenly the pen flows like buoyant streams,
describing love that’s only seen in daydreams.
I’m just a star within universal schemes,
basking within the passion of your moonbeams.
Our love can’t be hidden in a metaphor,
you’re the poem my pen will always adore.
2. February Heart
February,
It’s been a year.
I wait, but why,
You’re still not here.
I knew you once,
But never again,
So please, take me back
To the way things were then.
February,
Seasons change.
Things are different,
We rearrange.
You’re not the same now
As I believed you to be,
Please, become yourself again,
Because you’re getting hard to see…
February,
You’re so cold.
My heart is frozen
Without you to hold.
I remember the way
Your lips felt against mine,
The day that you asked me
To be your valentine…
February,
Where have you run?
It seems it was over
Before it ever begun…
You’ve been out of sight,
And I’ve been out of mind.
I guess you’re too lost
For me to ever find.
February,
Sorry can’t repair,
The damage that is done here
The scratches, cuts, and tears.
As much as I want to,
I can’t apologize,
For things that have happened,
You’re the one who told the lies.
February
I guess that’s it, then,
No matter what I say,
You won’t come back again.
I guess our worlds
Lie too far apart,
But know that you are always
A piece of my February Heart.
3. The Shepherds Calendar – February
The snow is gone from cottage tops
The thatch moss glows in brighter green
And eves in quick succession drops
Where grinning ides once hath been
Pit patting Wi a pleasant noise
In tubs set by the cottage door
And ducks and geese wi happy joys
Douse in the yard pond brimming oer
The sun peeps thro the window pane
Which childern mark wi laughing eye
And in the wet street steal again
To tell each other spring is nigh
And as young hope the past recalls
In playing groups will often draw
Building beside the sunny walls
Their spring-play-huts of sticks or straw
And oft in pleasures dreams they hie
Round homsteads by the village side
Scratting the hedgrow mosses bye
Where painted pooty shells abide
Mistaking oft the ivy spray
For leaves that come wi budding spring
And wondering in their search for play
Why birds delay to build and sing
The milkmaid singing leaves her bed
As glad as happy thoughts can be
While magpies chatter oer her head
As jocund in the change as she
Her cows around the closes stray
Nor lingering wait the foddering boy
Tossing the molehills in their play
And staring round in frolic joy
Ploughmen go whistling to their toils
And yoke again the rested plough
And mingling oer the mellow soils
Boys’ shouts and whips are noising now
The shepherd now is often seen
By warm banks oer his work to bend
Or oer a gate or stile to lean
Chattering to a passing friend
Odd hive bees fancying winter oer
And dreaming in their combs of spring
Creeps on the slab beside their door
And strokes its legs upon its wing
While wild ones half asleep are humming
Round snowdrop bells a feeble note
And pigions coo of summer coming
Picking their feathers on the cote
The barking dogs by lane and wood
Drive sheep afield from foddering ground
And eccho in her summer mood
Briskly mocks the cheery sound
The flocks as from a prison broke
Shake their wet fleeces in the sun
While following fast a misty smoke
Reeks from the moist grass as they run
Nor more behind his masters heels
The dog creeps oer his winter pace
But cocks his tail and oer the fields
Runs many a wild and random chase
Following in spite of chiding calls
The startld cat wi harmless glee
Scaring her up the weed green walls
Or mossy mottld apple tree
As crows from morning perches flye
He barks and follows them in vain
Een larks will catch his nimble eye
And off he starts and barks again
Wi breathless haste and blinded guess
Oft following where the hare hath gone
Forgetting in his joys excess
His frolic puppy days are done
The gossips saunter in the sun
As at the spring from door to door
Of matters in the village done
And secret newsings mutterd oer
Young girls when they each other meet
Will stand their tales of love to tell
While going on errands down the street
Or fetching water from the well
A calm of pleasure listens round
And almost whispers winter bye
While fancy dreams of summer sounds
And quiet rapture fills the eye
The sun beams on the hedges lye
The south wind murmurs summer soft
And maids hang out white cloaths to dry
Around the eldern skirted croft
Each barns green thatch reeks in the sun
Its mate the happy sparrow calls
And as nest building spring begun
Peeps in the holes about the walls
The wren a sunny side the stack
Wi short tail ever on the strunt
Cockd gadding up above his back
Again for dancing gnats will hunt
The gladdend swine bolt from the sty
And round the yard in freedom run
Or stretching in their slumbers lye
Beside the cottage in the sun
The young horse whinneys to its mate
And sickens from the threshers door
Rubbing the straw yards banded gate
Longing for freedom on the moor
Hens leave their roosts wi cackling calls
To see the barn door free from snow
And cocks flye up the mossy walls
To clap their spangld wings and crow
About the steeples sunny top
The jackdaw flocks resemble spring
And in the stone archd windows pop
Wi summer noise and wanton wing
The small birds think their wants are oer
To see the snow hills fret again
And from the barns chaff litterd door
Betake them to the greening plain
The woodmans robin startles coy
Nor longer at his elbow comes
To peck wi hungers eager joy
Mong mossy stulps the litterd crumbs
Neath hedge and walls that screen the wind
The gnats for play will Hock together
And een poor flyes odd hopes will find
To venture in the mocking weather
From out their hiding holes again
Wi feeble pace they often creep
Along the sun warmd window pane
Like dreaming things that walk in sleep
The mavis thrush wi wild delight
Upon the orchards dripping tree
Mutters to see the day so bright
Spring scraps of young hopes poesy
And oft dame stops her burring wheel
To hear the robins note once more
That tutles while he pecks his meal
From sweet briar hips beside the door
The hedghog from its hollow root
Sees the wood moss clear of snow
And hunts each hedge for fallen fruit
Crab hip and winter bitten sloe
And oft when checkd by sudden fears
As shepherd dog his haunt espies
He rolls up in a ball of spears
And all his barking rage defies
Thus nature of the spring will dream
While south winds thaw but soon again
Frost breaths upon the stiffening stream
And numbs it into ice-the plain
Soon wears its merry garb of white
And icicles that fret at noon
Will eke their icy tails at night
Beneath the chilly stars and moon
Nature soon sickens of her joys
And all is sad and dumb again
Save merry shouts of sliding boys
About the frozen furrowd plain
The foddering boy forgets his song
And silent goes wi folded arms
And croodling shepherds bend along
Crouching to the whizzing storms
4. My Own Sweet Valentine
Like the sweetly budding rose,
Freshened
by the gentle rain
Like the Evening Star that glows,
Brightest of the starry train
Like a well arranged Bouquet,
Where the fairest flowers combine,
Odours rich and colours gay,
Is my own
Sweet Valentine
Poetry For Love
Love will always be the number one topic in poetry. It’s the deepest emotion you can feel, so of course it’s so often written about! It’s the only way to describe how you feel sometimes.
5. My Promise
If you were my rose, then I’d be your sun,
painting you rainbows when the rains come.
I’d change my orbit to banish the night,
as to keep you in my nurturing light.
If you were my world, then I’d be your moon,
your silent protector, a night-light in the gloom.
Our fates intertwined, two bodies in motion
through time and space, our dance of devotion.
If you were my island, then I’d be your sea,
caressing your shores, soft and gentle I’d be.
My tidal embrace would leave gifts on your sands,
but by current and storm, I’d ward your gentle lands.
If you were love’s promise, then I would be time,
your constant companion till stars align.
And though we are mere mortals, true love is divine,
and my devotion eternal, to my one valentine.
6. If I could write you in a song
If I could write you in a song,
I would find where I belong,
Your chorus would be the sweetest melody,
If I could paint a dream so true,
You would be my theme,
Without you, your smile, your touch,
There is no meaning to my life’s song,
For only in your heart is where I belong,
If I could write you in a song,
I’d write about your eyes, eyes that shine like diamonds,
With the love of all creation, embracing your tender heart,
I smile when I think of you,
And when we are apart, I can’t wait to be back in your arms,
And for our hearts to be reunited,
For you are the queen of my heart.
7. Intoxicating Valentine
My Valentine, you’re all I want;
In you, I find joy and delight;
You give me everything I need;
I’m happiest when you’re in sight.
I think of you both night and day;
I’m drawn to you in pure attraction;
When you’re not here, I ache for you,
For your fulfilling satisfaction.
I dreamed of love like this, and yet,
I never thought that I would capture
The deep, exciting thrills we have,
This intoxicating bliss and rapture.
Please be my Valentine, and more;
Be my life, my world, my all;
Together we can be content,
And share life’s pleasures, big and small.
Loving February poems are easy to come by– whether we’re tied to someone or not at this point, we’re generally all feeling the love that’s in the air this time of year. Don’t stress about romantic versus platonic love, it will come when it’s right. If you’re lucky enough to have even platonic friendships that mean the world to you, focus on that love right there and run with it this February.
Good friendships are hard to come by, and a good friend makes the world a little bit easier to navigate. So whether you’re celebrating with a special someone or your best friends this month, spread some love with these loving February poems. Everyone’s feeling it this time of year, so who wouldn’t love to receive some amazing words from someone so special in their life?
Go all month long, there’s no expiration date on love.
Celebrating an anniversary? Check out some poems for your 15th specifically, and use poetry to explain how much your partner of 15 years really means to you.