Count on Love: Poems for Every Number from 1 to 10

Welcome to 1LovePoems, where we’ve got numbers on our minds! From one to ten, we’ve got a range of witty and romantic poems on this page. So whether you’re counting your lucky stars or simply counting sheep, we’ve got a poem for every number you seek. Browse through our poetic inventory and find the perfect piece to make your heart skip a beat. Let’s count our way to love, one number poem at a time!

Short Poems

1. One is the first,
Infinite possibilities yet to come,
A number so small,
But mighty nonetheless.

2. Two is a pair,
A duo, a couple,
Matching in symmetry,
Inseparable in unity.

3. Three is a charm,
A magic number so they say,
Triangle of power,
Sturdy and stable in every way.

4. Four is a square,
Equal sides and corners four,
Solid and steady,
Dependable forevermore.

5. Five’s the hand we count on,
A high five, a slap,
A helpful tool for measuring things,
Just for starters, so snap.

6. Six is an even number,
Divisible by two,
Perfect for symmetry,
The perfect balance is true.

7. Seven is heaven,
Lucky and perfect in every way,
A mystical number,
It inspires us to pray.

8. Eight is a loop,
A never-ending circle,
Joining up its two ends,
It’s an infinite whirlpool.

9. Nine’s the last single-digit,
A divine number nine,
A magic number to remember,
A triple three to align.

10. Ten is a man-made marvel,
Invented to count our days,
A perfect system for sorting,
A numerical maze.

Medium Poems

1. One

One is the beginning,
The first of all the rest,
A solitary number,
That stands out from the rest.

It’s neither odd nor even,
And yet it has a power,
For when you multiply by one,
The answer doesn’t alter.

2. Five

Five little fingers on each hand,
Five toes on each foot,
Five senses that we all possess,
With which we gather input.

A pentagon has five straight sides,
And five corners, too,
Five is just the perfect size,
For our number crew.

3. Ten

Ten is the ultimate,
The highest number we can climb,
With ten we reach a new level,
Of the mathematical kind.

Ten digits on our hands,
Ten toes on our feet,
Ten is the magic number,
That can’t be beat.

Long Poems

Counting the World

1
In the beginning, there was one,
A single point, a shining sun.
From this, the universe would start,
Expanding outward, with a beating heart.

2
Then came two, a pair of planets,
Or perhaps, a pair of dancing starlets.
One light, one dark, they twirl and spin,
And dance their way around their twin.

3
With three, we have a magic number,
A triad of friends, a balanced slumber.
In a world of three, there is no fight,
And everything just seems so right.

4
Four corners hold up the world,
Four seasons, in cycles whirled.
Four elements, earth, air, fire, and water,
Each essential for life, like a caring father or mother.

5
Five fingers, toes, and senses we bear,
Five petals on a rose so rare.
Five points on a star, so bright and bold,
Guiding sailors in lost waters, so cold.

6
Six geese a-laying, eggs for breakfast,
Six strings on a guitar, notes so restful.
Six colors in the rainbow, all so gay,
A bridge between heaven and earth, in a way.

7
Seven wonders of the world we know,
From ancient times, so long ago.
Seven archangels, guardians all,
Holding back evil, helping the call.

8
Eight planets orbiting, round and round,
In perfect circles, never to be found.
Eight-armed sea creatures, octopi, so strange,
A weird creature from distant sea range.

9
Nine lives cats have, a curious thing,
Nine planets of old, before they took swing.
Nine Muses, arts are their play,
Blessing earth with creativity in a bubbling way.

10
Ten fingers, the perfect score,
Ten toes, that help us explore.
Ten commandments, a moral code,
Ten o’clock at night, cuddled in cozy abode.

Counting the world, from one to ten,
Just a simple act, so easy, yet so zen.
A world full of numbers, of many kinds,
Waiting to be discovered by open minds.