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fifty of the Most Beautiful Love Poems Ever Written

These romantic poems are short, only sweet.

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Of all the grand, romantic gestures in the world, there's nothing that makes an everlasting annunciation of love quite like the written give-and-take. While inspiration for professing your dearest to your partner tin be found in romantic quotes and popular rom-coms, writing or reciting verse volition as well allow them know how yous feel. Even if you aren't typically intro poetry, there's something about beautiful honey poems that simply feels special. And knowing that your loved one read the verse form and thought of you? Well, that'due south fifty-fifty ameliorate. If you call up that poetry isn't for you because you lot aren't a literary genius or you lot think they're cheesy, think once more. In that location's a reason that we nevertheless memorize and recite love poems that were written hundreds of years ago; the emotions they evoke are timeless.

Plus, verse enables you lot to communicate how you feel about someone even if y'all aren't particularly great with words yourself. Wondering what to write on a altogether carte to your spouse, or trying to figure out the perfect terminate to a romantic engagement? Adding a poem to the mix (particularly if you spent time picking out the perfect ane) is an excellent idea. Even if yous didn't write the words of the poem yourself, your partner will know that something most the words made you think of them and your human relationship. There's nothing sweeter than that. If you're notwithstanding looking for the perfect poem, here are l ideas to get you started.

"Bird-Understander" by Craig Arnold

"Of many reasons I dearest you lot hither is one
the way you write me from the gate at the airport
and so I can tell you everything will be alright
so you can tell me there is a bird

trapped in the terminal all the people
ignoring it because they do not know
what to practice with it except to leave it alone
until it scares itself to expiry
it makes you terribly terribly deplorable

You wish yous could have the bird exterior
and prepare it gratuitous or (failing that)
call a bird-understander
to come assistance the bird..."

Read the full poem hither.

"Sonnet 40" past William Shakespeare

"Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all:
What hast thou then more chiliad hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love telephone call—
All mine was thine earlier m hadst this more.
Then if for my dear thou my beloved receivest,
I cannot blame thee for my dear thousand usest;
But yet be blamed if k this self deceivest
By wilful gustation of what thyself refusest.
I exercise forgive thy robb'ry, gentle thief,
Although yard steal thee all my poverty;
And yet dearest knows information technology is a greater grief
To carry love'south wrong than hate's known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all sick well shows
Kill me with spites, yet we must not exist foes."

"To My Beloved and Loving Hubby" by Anne Bradstreet

"If always ii were one, then surely nosotros.
If ever homo were loved by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a human being,
Compare with me, ye women, if y'all tin.
I prize thy beloved more whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth concord.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy dearest is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we alive, in dear let'due south and then persever,
That when we live no more than, we may alive ever."

"Poem for My Dear" by June Jordan

"How do we come up to be hither next to each other
in the dark
Where are the stars that show usa to our dear
inevitable
Outside the leaves flame usual in darkness
and the rain
falls absurd and blessed on the holy flesh
the black men waiting on the corner for
a womanly mirage
I am amazed by peace
Information technology is this possibility of y'all
asleep
and animate in the quiet air"

"I Love Y'all" past Ella Wheeler Wilcox

"I dearest your lips when they're wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I dear your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a addicted embrace;
I honey your hair when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.
Not for me the cold, at-home kiss
Of a virgin'south anemic love;
Not for me the saint'south white elation,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
Merely requite me the love that then freely gives
And laughs at the whole world's blame,
With your trunk so immature and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor eye aflame..."

Read the total poem hither.

"I Loved You Starting time: Only Afterwards Your Love" by Christina Rossetti

"I loved you first: but later on 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 lot, 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 washed,
For i is both and both are one in dearest:
Rich love knows nought of 'thine that is non mine;'
Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes u.s.a. one."

"Lines Depicting Unproblematic Happiness" by Peter Gizzi

"The shine on her buckle took precedence in sun
Her shine, I should say, could take me anywhere
It feels right to be up this close in tight current of air
It feels right to notice all the shiny things virtually you lot
Nearly y'all there is zilch I wouldn't want to know
With you nothing is unproblematic all the same nothing is simpler
About you many good things come into relation
I think of proofs and grammar, vowel sounds, like
A is for knee socks, Eastward for panties
I is for button down, O the blouse you vesture
U is for pilus clip, and Y your tight skirt
The music picks up again, I am the man I hope to be
The brilliant air hangs freely near your newly cut pilus
Information technology is so easy at present to come across gravity at work in your face
Easy to understand time, that nighttime procedure
To accept information technology as a beautiful process, your confront"

"Flirtation" by Rita Dove

"Subsequently all, there's no demand
to say anything

at first. An orange, peeled
and quartered, flares

like a tulip on a Wedgewood plate
Anything can happen.

Exterior the suna
has rolled up her rugs

and night strewn salt
across the heaven. My heart

is humming a tune
I haven't heard in years!

Tranquillity's absurd flesh—
let's sniff and eat it.

At that place are means
to make of the moment

a topiary
and so the pleasance's in
walking through."

"Poem to an Unnameable Man" by Dorothea Lasky

"You take changed me already. I am a fireball
That is hurtling towards the sky to where you are
You can choose not to look up but I am a giant orangish ball
That is throwing sparks upon your face
Oh look at them shake
Upon you like a cracking planet that has been murdered past change
O too this is so dramatic this shaking
Of my great planet that is bigger than yous thought it would be
And then you ran and hid
Under a big tree. She was svelte, I recollect
That tree although shortly she volition wither
Into x black snakes upon your throat
And when she does I volition be wandering as I ever am..."

Read the full verse form here.

[love is more than thicker than forget] by eastward. e. cummings

"love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more than frequent than to neglect

it is near mad and moonly
and less information technology shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the ocean

love is less always than to win
less never than live
less bigger than the to the lowest degree begin
less littler than forgive

it is almost sane and sunly
and more information technology cannot die
than all the sky which just
is college than the heaven"

"Love Explained" past Jennifer Michael Hecht

"Guy calls the doctor, says the wife's
contractions are five minutes apart.
Doctor says, Is this her offset child?
guy says, No, information technology'due south her husband.

I promise to try to remember who
I am. Wife gets up on i elbow,

says, I wanted to become married.
Information technology seemed a fulfillment of some

several things, a affair to exist done.
Even the diamond band was some

affair like a quest, a thing they
set y'all out to get and how insane

the quest is; how you have to turn
it every way earlier you can even

think to seek it; this metaphysical
refraining is in fact the quest..."

Read the full poem here.

"The Repose World" by Jeffrey McDaniel

"In an endeavor to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the authorities has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and 60-vii words, per solar day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hi. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new fashion.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I but used 50-9 today.
I saved the rest for yous.

When she doesn't respond,
I know she'south used up all her words,
then I slowly whisper I love you lot
thirty-ii and a 3rd times.
Later that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe."

"Windchime" by Tony Hoagland

"She goes out to hang the windchime
in her nightie and her work boots.
It's six-thirty in the morning
and she's standing on the plastic ice chest
tiptoe to reach the crossbeam of the porch,

windchime in her left hand,
hammer in her right, the nail
gripped tight between her teeth
merely cypher happens next because
she's trying to figure out
how to switch #1 with #3..."

Read the full poem hither.

"Serenade" by Djuna Barnes

"Three paces downwards the shore, low sounds the lute,
The better that my longing you may know;
I'yard not asking you to come up,
But—can't you go?
Three words, "I beloved you," and the whole is said—
The greatness of it throbs from sun to sun;
I'chiliad not asking you lot to walk,
Only—can't you run?
Three paces in the moonlight's glow I stand,
And here within the twilight beats my heart.
I'm non asking you to finish,
But—to get-go."
But—to kickoff."

"Love" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"We cannot live, except thus mutually
We alternate, aware or unaware,
The reflex human action of life: and when nosotros bear
Our virtue onward almost impulsively,
Well-nigh full of invocation, and to exist
Virtually instantly compellant, certes, there
We live nigh life, whoever breathes nigh air
And counts his dying years past sun and sea.
But when a soul, by choice and conscience, doth
Throw out her total force on another soul,
The censor and the concentration both make
mere life, Love. For Life in perfect whole
And aim consummated, is Dear in sooth,
As nature's magnet-rut rounds pole with pole."

"When Y'all Are Old" by William Butler Yeats

"When you are former and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, accept down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft wait
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your dazzler with love fake or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in yous,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face up;
And bending down abreast the glowing bars,
Murmur, a petty sadly, how Beloved fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face up amid a crowd of stars."

"Meeting at Night" past Robert Browning

"The gray sea and the long blackness state;
And the yellow half-moon large and low:
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I proceeds 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 blueish spurt of a lighted match,
And a phonation less loud, through joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!"

"She Walks in Beauty" by George Gordon Byron

"I.

She walks in beauty, similar the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and vivid
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

Ii.

One shade the more, i ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face up;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their abode identify.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
And so soft, so calm, withal eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A centre whose dearest is innocent!"

"Love" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

"All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are just ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.
Oft in my waking dreams practice I
Live o'er again that happy hr,
When midway on the mountain I lay,
Beside the ruin'd belfry.
The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene,
Had blended with the lights of eve;
And she was there, my hope, my joy,
My ain dear Genevieve!
She lean'd confronting the armèd man,
The statue of the armèd Knight;
She stood and listen'd to my lay,
Amid the lingering lite.
Few sorrows hath she of her own,
My hope! my joy! my Genevieve!
She loves me best whene'er I sing..."

Read the full poem here.

"On Love" by Kahlil Gilbran

"Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there cruel a stillness upon them. And with a bang-up phonation he said:
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his means are difficult and steep.
And when his wings enfold yous yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound yous.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the n current of air lays waste the garden.
For even every bit love crowns you and then shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth..."

Read the full poem here.

"The Metropolis is Peopled" by H. D.

"The urban center is peopled
with spirits, not ghosts, O my love:
Though they crowded between
and usurped the kiss of my rima oris
their breath was your gift,
their beauty, your life."

"Of Love: A Sonnet" by Robert Herrick

"How love came in I do not know,
Whether past the heart, or ear, or no;
Or whether with the soul it came
(At first) infused with the same;
Whether in part 'tis here or in that location,
Or, like the soul, whole everywhere,
This troubles me: but I too
Equally whatsoever other this can tell:
That when from hence she does depart
The outlet so is from the middle."

"The Enkindling" past James Weldon Johnson

"I dreamed that I was a rose
That grew beside a lone way,
Close past a path none ever chose,
And there I lingered twenty-four hours past day.
Below the sunshine and the show'r
I grew and waited there apart,
Gathering perfume hour past hour,
And storing it inside my heart,
Notwithstanding, never knew,
Just why I waited there and grew.
I dreamed that you were a bee
That ane day gaily flew along,
You lot came across the hedge to me,
And sang a soft, love-encumbered song.
Y'all brushed my petals with a buss,
I woke to gladness with a start,
And yielded upward to you in elation
The treasured fragrance of my heart;
And so I knew
That I had waited there for you."

"Love" by James Russell Lowell

"True Love is but a apprehensive, low-born thing,
And hath its nutrient served upwards in earthen ware;
It is a affair to walk with, hand in hand,
Through the every-dayness of this work-mean solar day world,
Baring its tender anxiety to every roughness,
Nonetheless letting not ane eye-beat out become astray
From Beauty's law of plainness and content;
A unproblematic, burn down-side affair, whose placidity grinning
Can warm world's poorest hovel to a home;
Which, when our autumn cometh, as information technology must,
And life in the chill wind shivers bare and leafless,
Shall nevertheless exist blest with Indian-summertime youth
In bleak November, and, with thankful middle,
Grinning on its aplenty stores of garnered fruit,
As total of sunshine to our aged eyes
As when it nursed the blossoms of our spring..."

Read the full verse form here.

"The Definition of Love" by Andrew Marvell

"My Love is of a birth as rare
Equally 'tis for object strange and loftier:
It was begotten by despair
Upon Impossibility.

Magnanimous Despair alone
Could show me and then divine a affair,
Where feeble Hope could ne'r have flown
Only vainly flapt its Tinsel Wing.

And withal I quickly might arrive
Where my extended Soul is fixt,
But Fate does Fe wedges drive,
And alwaies crowds information technology cocky betwixt.

For Fate with jealous Middle does see
Two perfect Loves; nor lets them close:
Their union would her ruine be,
And her Tyrannick pw'er depose..."

Read the full poem here.

"The White Rose" by John Boyle O'Reilly

"The cerise rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a pigeon.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a affluent on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips."

"The Look" by Sara Teasdale

"Strephon kissed me in the leap,
Robin in the fall,
Only Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Strephon'south kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
Simply the kiss in Colin's optics
Haunts me night and day."

"Vivien'southward Song" by Alfred Lord Tennyson

"'In Love, if Love exist Beloved, if Honey be ours,
Organized religion and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers:
Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all.
'It is the lilliputian rift inside the lute,
That by and past volition brand the music mute,
And ever widening slowly silence all.
'The trivial rift within the lover'south lute
Or piffling pitted speck in garnered fruit,
That rotting inward slowly moulders all.
'Information technology is not worth the keeping: let it become:
Only shall it? answer, darling, answer, no.
And trust me not at all or all in all'."

"The More Loving One" by W. H. Auden

"Looking upwardly at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can get to hell,
Only on globe indifference is the least
We have to dread from homo or beast.
How should we similar it were stars to fire
With a passion for united states of america we could non render?
If equal affection cannot exist,
Allow the more loving one be me.
Gentleman as I think I am
Of stars that exercise not requite a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.
Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should acquire to wait at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a piddling time."

"How Exercise I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)" past Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"How exercise I dearest thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and latitude and superlative
My soul tin attain, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every twenty-four hour period's
Almost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I dearest thee freely, every bit men strive for right.
I dearest thee purely, as they plough from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to utilise
In my onetime griefs, and with my babyhood'southward faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I dearest thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but honey thee better after decease."

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