Love Poem Quotes

If only you would kiss me.
Press your lips to mine like a searing iron. Wrap me in your arms as if you were a monarch claiming a kingdom. Hold me close until I warm through to the core. Do this, and I promise to melt into you, no longer a cold and frozen figure in your narrowed sight. How devoted I would be if only your lips burned for mine!
If only you would kiss me. ~ Richelle E. Goodrich

There are magnets in my bones for that iron in her blood. ~ Atticus Poetry

She had the whisky licking, skinny dipping smile. ~ Atticus Poetry

i find you
in every echo,
i find you in every
dream, i find you
in every feeling
in the depths
of my inner
being. ~ Curtis Tyrone Jones

Katie says, "You can't choose the time and place the when and where with whom you fall in love."
She says, "It just happens like that weird feeling you get right before you fall asleep when you gasp in surprise because your muscles just relaxed and you feel like you are falling."
She says, "Marcie, you shouldn't worry about it
give it time to actually happen."
I guess
I worry that I won't do it right.
That it'll be the wrong time, the wrong place, the wrong person. ~ Sarah Tregay

Love's Question "
And is this all true,
My ever-loving friend?
That the lightning-flash of the light in my eyes
Makes the clouds in your heart explode and blaze,
Is this true?
That my sweet lips are red as a blushing new bride,
My ever-loving friend,
Is this true?

That a tree of paradise flowers withing me,
That my foosteps ring like vinas beneath me,
Is this true?
That the night sheds drops of dew at the sight of me,
That the dawn surrounds me with light from delight in me,
Is this true?
That the touch of my hot cheek intoxicates the breeze,
My ever-loving friend,
Is this true?

That daylight hides in the dark of my hair,
That my arms hold life and death in their power,
Is this true?
That the earth can be wrapped in the end of my sari,
That my voice makes the world fall silent to hear me,
Is this true?
That the univrse is nothing but me and what loves me,
My ever-loving friend,
Is this true?

That for me alone your love has been waiting
Through worlds and ages awake and wandering,
Is this true?
That my voice, eyes, lips have brought you relief,
In a trice, from the cycle of life after life,
Is this true?
That you read on my soft forehead inginite Truth,
My ever-loving friend,
Is this true? ~ Rabindranath Tagore

In ancient Jewish tradition, as far back as we can tell, the Song of Songs was not interpreted as a love poem or as an allegory of the individual soul; it was interpreted as an allegory of God's spousal love for the people of Israel. ~ Brant Pitre

But then you left exactly how all the sad songs said you would ~ Andrew Faulkner

the gods seldom
give
but so quickly
take. ~ Charles Bukowski

You want to be angry but you can't stop looking and when you look you love and when you love the entire world unfolds around you ~ Sina Queyras

With lines that show an unyielding dedication to craft, these poems are not afraid of meaning or the meaningful. More and more every day, the thinking American asks how she is to believe in love when there is war all about her, and in each of her deeply felt lyrics, Elyse Fenton confronts this question with the kind of tenderness one lover reserves for another. If every poem is indeed a love poem,Clamor is indeed a debut worth reading and about which we must make noise. ~ Jericho Brown

I am not perfect for you, but I will always imperfectly try to be. ~ Atticus Poetry

When you are in my arms
I feel you like a moon
That descended into my hands ~ Jyoti Patel

Come be the stampede of emotion standing on this dancing ocean, as I empty out this flood within, down to the last drop of this naked pen. ~ Curtis Tyrone Jones

You rewrote the art in my heart. ~ Timothy Joshua

Boys learn too late that being the man, is not the same thing as being a man. ~ Atticus Poetry

Summer is a gentleman: slowly warming the earth at length before undressing her in the fall. ~ Curtis Tyrone Jones

Do not fall in love with me, for I will break your heart, long before you realize, you were going to break mine. ~ Atticus Poetry

Love Poem
It's so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
you love them
when you don't love them
any more. ~ Richard Brautigan

What is the finding of love,
but a voice answering a voice? ~ D. Antoinette Foy

I wanted her presence... but her absence was the reply...
i wanted peace... instead her anger she try...
i wanted freedom... it was her tantrums I got always...
i wanted love... but it was ignorance i was gifted...
i wanted to hate... but it was care i offered instead...
i wanted to leave... but stayed indeed... ~ Shivangi Lavaniya

Pina colada kisses and cocaine nips
never lie, swear to me that this feeling is real. ~ Lori Jenessa Nelson

She was a seed in spring
and a wildflower in autumn. ~ Giovannie De Sadeleer

If you're going to love a poet you should know this. Our words are our truths. Our blood hums with verse. We break easily. Our words save us. Our stanzas keep us alive. If we loved you at all, we loved you truly. And you will never leave us but live under our skin and beneath the tips of our fingers and in the ink spill on blank page.
Because poetry, like some love, is forever. ~ Jeanette LeBlanc

I used to only pick up a pen for myself but now I pick one up for you too. Is there such a thing as an unselfish love poem? I don't know, but I'm trying. ~ Nikita Gill

He becomes her pillow
When she wants to sleep
Her lullaby
When she is awake
Her air
When she wants to fly high
Her ship
While she is sinking ~ Jyoti Patel

Love is wind for the soul ~ D. Antoinette Foy

They loved, and quarreled, and made up, and loved, and fought, and were true to each other and untrue. She made him the happiest man in the whole world and the most wretched, and after a few years she died, and then, when he was thirty, he died, too. But by that time Catullus had invented the love poem. ~ Tom Stoppard

It looked like a love poem, and I was jealous of whoever inspired the sort of devotion he must have felt to make those words so permanent ~ Tammara Webber

I used to wonder if we were destined to fail from the start, two people who lived hard and loved fast. Afraid to slow down. But now I know that my fingers weren't long enough to reach your wounds, to caress the places that ached from the sharp words and careless actions of others. People had confused your gentleness for weakness. You carried everything heavy.

Had I known, I would have danced delicate language all around you. I would've told you that your internal brightness illuminated mine. And that I only saw the beauty in myself when I looked at my reflection in your eyes. If only I had known that behind that strong gaze was everything else. Everything you didn't want me to know. Your shine came from what you felt when you looked at me. And you feared that I would be yet another to use your light and leave you alone. In even more darkness.
But I wouldn't have.
I didn't know how to tell you, but I know that pain too. ~ Jacqueline Simon Gunn

Brahma and Airavata
Long ago in lands of golden sand
Brahma turned to Saraswati
and gently kissed her inked hand ... ~ Muse

These Mighty Rains say I Belong Somewhere-
A Destiny Unknown.
A Gentleman & his Charm calling an End,
To me being Alone. ~ Somya Kedia

You are a book
of poems

I read you slowly
without the need for speed

Savoring every line
like a brief forever

Every page of you
another way to see reality

And when I reach the end
I weep that it is done
(unless I start over) ~ Nitya Prakash

I want you alongside
So near to each other
For I could listen to your heartbeats
I want to stare at you
I know this makes me super shy
But baby
I will try ~ Jyoti Patel

What makes us leave what we love best?
What is it inside us that keeps erasing itself
When we need it most,
That sends us into uncertainty for its own sake
And holds us flush there
until we begin to love it
And have to begin again?
What is it within our own lives we decline to live
Whenever we find it,
making our days unendurable,
And nights almost visionless?
I still don't know yet, but I do it. ~ Charles Wright

There is a tender breeze
Wafting around here
Feel it from your Soul
You will see Magic over here

Did I just now hear a beautiful symphony over here ?
Or is it just your soothing words murmuring in my ear?

Is it the cute mynah bird on my shoulder?
Or is it your soft head nestling that I feel so tender?

There is a tender breeze
Wafting around here
Feel it from your Soul
You will see Magic over here...

Did I just now hear the nightingale sing around here?
Or is it the breeze whispering softly to the trees near?

Is that you giggling away to glory?
Or is that just the flowers mingling with the bees and telling their story?

There is a tender breeze
Wafting around here
Feel it from your Soul
You will see Magic over here.. ~ Avijeet Das

Beneath her curls, I forget the world,
With a mere gaze she raises my hopes of gold.
Love is as much in her heart as in mine,
But she doesn't say it, her punishment so divine. ~ Faraaz Kazi

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ~ William Shakespeare

She slammed the door and
was gone.
I looked at the closed door
and at the doorknob
and strangely
I didn't feel
alone. ~ Charles Bukowski

opened cage
if only you'd obey the words of spring
go in please ~ Elancharan Gunasekaran

Too many times
I've scratched myself on the thorn of a rose
Falling into a rose bush over and over again
Never understanding the need of a dozen
I fell in love with one and in the way it stood alone. ~ Marsha Warren

Find someone and live in awe of them. ~ Atticus Poetry

Love me until the flames of the last star burn out ~ Dina Al-Hidiq Zebib

I think can sit here for hours,
Arguing with the world as to why I can't give up,
Tell everyone around me what a blessing you are,
Laugh at all the times that you've brought sun into my life,
I can tell everyone how passionate you are and how much you bring into this world,
But right now I'm sitting here for hours,
Trying to keep myself together because I'm trying to figure out how to tell the world that the man I love,
Is the reason why I'm so broken. ~ Tanzy Sayadi

Some people are like the fragrance of flowers! ~ Avijeet Das

I cannot forgive you. That day, if you had not refused, I would have given you a present. I would have carved my love in stone. ~ Conchitina Cruz

About your easy heads my prayers
I said with syllables of clay.
What gift, I asked, shall I bring now
Before I weep and walk away?
Take, they replied, the oak and laurel.
Take our fortune of tears and live
Like a spendthrift lover. All we ask
Is the one gift you cannot give. ~ Tana French

absence
looks like a lake bed flooded with sky
sounds like cotton howling
tastes like tear-stained pillows
smells like churning bile and burnt hair
feels like screaming agony, my heart dying and dying ~ Beth Morey

Don't fall in love with me. I am dissonance. I am always at war with myself – confusing my head with my heart, always retreating into my mind, because I don't want to lose. ~ Nessie Q.

The moon shining high
Listening to their story
Without a sigh

They scaled the peaks
Imprinting their names
In time and space

In their love
The rainbow curved in delight ~ Jyoti Patel

I fell in love with you
For once, twice, thrice and
A thousand million times
From the time I know you

I waited for you like
How the sky waits for the moon
The moon arrives every night
But you are nowhere
Near my sight

Holding the
Broken pieces
Of my heart
I longed for you
Now, my words are angry
With your silence
Holding the
Broken pieces
Of my heart
I am leaving you
Though
I fell in love with you
For once, twice, thrice and
A thousand million times
From the time I know you ~ Jyoti Patel

I know you can't wash in the same river even once
I know the river will bring new lights that you will not see
I know we live slightly longer than a horse and not nearly as long as a crow
I know this has troubled people before and will trouble those after me
I know all this has been said a thousand times before and will be said after me
I didn't know I like the sky
cloudy or clear
the blue vault that Andrei watched on his back on the battlefield at Borodino
... ~ Nazim Hikmet

Love is like wine, drink it as you rhyme. ~ Santosh Kalwar

To a poet every curve of her was a well place word. ~ Atticus Poetry

Once upon a time
I fell in love
Lost myself
And find another one. ~ Arzum Uzun

Love leads us to write poetry because love improves our hearing; like prayer, poetry is every bit as much about listening as it is about speaking. To 'get' the poem is to hear the eloquence of the silence that it calls forth through its manifestation of love. ~ David Patterson

If you are still alive when you read this,
close your eyes. I am
under their lids, growing black. ~ Bill Knott

in a split second of letting down my guard and opening up my soul, you corrupted it with this magnificent disease called 'love ~ Yefon Isabelle

Leave the glare and get under this meaning with me,
a bit soft but of interest, an aspect dawning,
or, more likely, debilitatingly tender,
like the hour just prior to some sought-after thought
that comes nothing like rushing there to be with you.

"Love Poem," Mississippi Review (vol. 46, no. 3, Winter
2019) ~ Graham Foust

It was a destructive novel of acquired ideas. To finally wake up in a state of creative anguish, to lose oneself in order to find oneself again, to sleep in the arms of a beautiful student whose name one didn't know, to fall back to sleep over a love poem-that was called existence. The harmonics of artistic creation, of fertile sensibility, of anticipated events-history in movement-that was called a privilege. ~ Elie Wiesel

She was always wild but he had made her free. ~ Atticus Poetry

I am falling in love with you,
but I can't say a word.

You don't care for love.
It has bruised you, broken you, burned you.
You call it a curse. Yet, I fear I am captive of this enemy, love.

You warn of its destructive power.
Oh, but it warms me like none other! It engulfs me in caressing flames, and foolishly I crave more. I can't bear to suffer the cold, so I let you feed the fire unwittingly.

I am falling in love with you.
I am in love with you,
and it's getting worse. ~ Richelle E. Goodrich

I think the perfect pen name is Quill McSeagull. Especially for writing flights of fancy - and nothing has more feathers than a love poem. ~ Jarod Kintz

You do not see what I see
How can you when all you do is use your eyes
But I look deeper and further than the deepest ocean
I notice the frown lines and the smile lines ~ Soulla Christodoulou

A foolish man question: "what is love?" A madman answer: "Love is an omnipresent attribute of human life. Our appetite will always be unfulfilled for love. It is better for us because without it, earth will not rotate, seasons will not change, birds will not sing and life will not exit." What do you think? ~ Santosh Kalwar

The hardest step we all must take is blindly trust in who we are. ~ Atticus Poetry

One doesn't even think of
the liver
and if the liver
doesn't think of
us, that's
fine. ~ Charles Bukowski

could not sleep last night
bed cover of
unease distance
kept me awake
windy whispers in summer
night
was telling
you were awake
one corner to another rolling
like swimming in a competition
my heart wanted to see
you then n then
we live ,we love
on same earth mostly
rare within a real
another world don't allow us
to sleep
in side your ,or mine
restful love

©litymunshi ~ Litymunshi

Is it strange to say love is a language
Few practice, but all, or near all speak? ~ Tracy K. Smith

Storm Warnings

The glass has been falling all the afternoon,
And knowing better than the instrument
What winds are walking overhead, what zone
Of grey unrest is moving across the land,
I leave the book upon a pillowed chair
And walk from window to closed window, watching
Boughs strain against the sky

And think again, as often when the air
Moves inward toward a silent core of waiting,
How with a single purpose time has traveled
By secret currents of the undiscerned
Into this polar realm. Weather abroad
And weather in the heart alike come on
Regardless of prediction.

Between foreseeing and averting change
Lies all the mastery of elements
Which clocks and weatherglasses cannot alter.
Time in the hand is not control of time,
Nor shattered fragments of an instrument
A proof against the wind; the wind will rise,
We can only close the shutters.

I draw the curtains as the sky goes black
And set a match to candles sheathed in glass
Against the keyhole draught, the insistent whine
Of weather through the unsealed aperture.
This is our sole defense against the season;
These are the things we have learned to do
Who live in troubled regions. ~ Adrienne Rich

Heart of lovers
Littered with stars
In glittering moons
Mirrored their lips ~ Kristian Goldmund Aumann

From the moment I saw her I knew this one was worth a broken heart. ~ Atticus Poetry

The world is made up of too many girls wondering if they are pretty and too many boys too shy to tell them. ~ Atticus Poetry

I was waiting
ecstasy, agony arm in arm
the raindrops were falling…
swirling, unfurling, cascading,
the leaves were sparkling…
dazzling, smiling,
playing hide and seek…
I was waiting,
I was waiting for you, that night
ecstasy, agony arm in arm... ~ Avijeet Das

You burn like a candle
inside my soul,
showing me a way
through this darkness. ~ Vivid Darkness

the gods play no
favorites. ~ Charles Bukowski

Be still my love, be still
and wait with patience
Rain will wet your skin
Be still my love, be still
and wait with insight
Wind will dry your face
Be still my love, be still
Only the sun can show you the way ~ Kristian Goldmund Aumann

He was the one that healed her, that made her scars feel beautiful. ~ Atticus Poetry

God help us
you full of talk of a city called Edinburgh
and me in silence so very deep we were so very much in love.

And the burns and sikes and streams
though shallow
were deep music to us.
You trout-tickler,
you flower-picker,
climber in willow trees, me laughing below

as best I could laugh, though you never thought it ugly.
Indeed the word you used was the word beautiful,
pinning cowslips behind my ears,

you patting and running fingers through our
beckwashed hair.
Lying by the marigold beds
bare toes entwined, then dancing under branches
before the elms ever died. But our mutual hearts never did.

Bar it is 7 and your raining rage
must cease
under my morning moon.
In my dawn shawl looking dawndown upon you
in your foot-striding fellhighhighupuptopheavyrainbeatingrainrain.
We have always walked together so long.
In the long grass we walked and walked forever so long so very language long
and I could say so once you had the slate in my lap.

My tongue blank - FOREVER, word we wrote on a slate, remember
when you taught me? - only my hands and eyes moving now - two
daughters we could have had -

but I am looking kindly and lovingly on you
'Please do it'
- cool your raging fire lovelorn heart - for me.

And love me - forever. ~ Barry MacSweeney

My love, I have tried with all my being
to grasp a form comparable to thine own,
but nothing seems worthy;
I know now why Shakespeare could not
compare his love to a summer's day.
It would be a crime to denounce the beauty
of such a creature as thee,
to simply cast away the precision
God had placed in forging you.
Each facet of your being
whether it physical or spiritual
is an ensnarement
from which there is no release.
But I do not wish release.
I wish to stay entrapped forever.
With you for all eternity.
Our hearts, always as one. ~ Anthony Kolos

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. ~ W.B.Yeats

As I read you I fell in love with the holes between your words and I loved you most on the days you could not love yourself. ~ Jenim Dibie

We are just a few atoms
In the vast universe, stardust,
Yet who can measure the sum
Of two lovers and what's between us ~ Eric Overby

It's so hard to think about designing our dream home when all l wanna do is lay you out like a blueprint & bring you the lumber you require. ~ Curtis Tyrone Jones

I saw a white toilet, with no plumbing, alone in a field of snow. Well, almost alone. There were two naked albinos and a polar bear sitting on it, and I felt inspired to write a love poem. ~ Jarod Kintz

With a strange smile
and slightly bending her face
she looked up at the sky
and noticed the birds
sitting in silence and
a horse with the broken legs
and the strange part was that
she saw herself in a tigress
that is lonely and lost
with a sly sheep ~ Jyoti Patel

Those lips that Love's own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said, 'I hate'
To me that languished for her sake,
But, when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
'I hate,' she altered with an end
That followed it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From Heaven to Hell is flown away.
'I hate' from hate away she threw
And saved my life, saying 'not you'. ~ William Shakespeare

My new love poem about black girls
How amazingly beautiful is the star brilliance of your amazing dark skin, regal skin color, for women it goes more than anything in the world, it decorates them as the most valuable decoration in the world, more expensive and more luxurious than it is in the world, this amazing color poetizes and praises their divine beauty. How sweet and gentle is its color, how beautifully it glitters in the light showing all indescribable beauty, all these beautiful overflows of skin tones are so beautiful as the brilliance of millions of diamonds, so beautiful, it is cosmically beautiful, it is extraterrestrial beauty, higher aesthetics, as if priceless painting or through It is a beautiful sculpture personifying sensual femininity. You are perfect no doubt, you are a beautiful flower of love, an eternal flame of magical passion. In your figure so much hot playful cat's grace of a lioness, like a dance, as an unforgettable melody of love, a relationship with you is the most romantic movie in the world. ~ Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Poetry contains few words but tells much. Its beauty is that by being condensed it is rich in meaning and open to various interpretations. Unlike prose, there is no boundary to poetry. There is nothing concrete or black and white. Poetry is mutable; it is transformative. Poetry is the alchemy of hearts. And what cannot be said in prose can sometimes be only said through poetry. ~ Salil Jha

I see that you are heartlessly clever.
For you know how to Love,
but not Forever.

You still return to me in flashes,
so strong it clouds my Mind.
The fire has turned to ashes,
and yet, you're not behind. ~ Meraaqi

There's a lamentation in the flutter of your lash. ~ Laura A. Lord

I don't want perfect I want something real. Something that makes me feel. ~ N.R.Hart

You do know, right,
that between the no-

longer & the still-
to-come

you are being continually
tattooed, inked

with the skulls of
everyone

you've ever loved - the you
& the you

& the you & the you - you don't
sit in a chair, thumb

through a binder, pick a
design, it simply

happens each time you
bring your fingers to your face

to inhale him back into you . . .
tiny skulls, some of us are

covered. You, love, could

simply tattoo an open
door, light

pouring in from somewhere
outside, you

could make your body a door
so it appears you

(let her fill you) are made
of light. ~ Nick Flynn

Love Poem Sharing one umbrella We have to hold each other Round the waist to keep together. You ask me why I'm smiling - It's because I'm thinking I want it to rain for ever. Vicki Feaver ~ Daisy Goodwin

Beauty walks this world. It ages everything.
I am far and I am an animal and I am just another I-am poem,
          a we-see poem, a they-love poem.
The green. All the different windows.
There is so much stone here. And grass. So beautiful each
          translucent electric blade.
And the noise. Cheers folding into traffic. These things.
          Things that have been already said many times:
leaf, zipper, sparrow, lintel, scarf, window shade. ~ Peter Gizzi

I read old poems I wrote. They were all about you. ~ Sheen Francis Reyes

Contra la policía/Against the Police

My entire Oeuvre is against the police
If I write a Love poem it's against the police
And if I sing the nakedness of bodies I sing against the police
And if I make this Earth a metaphor I make a metaphor against the police
If I speak wildly in my poems I speak against the police
And if I manage to create a poem it's against the police
I haven't written a single word, a verse, a stanza that isn't against the police
All my prose is against the police
My entire Oeuvre
Including this poem
My whole Oeuvre
Is against the police. ~ Miguel James

I heard of a man
who says words so beautifully
that if he only speaks their name
women give themselves to him.
If I am dumb beside your body
while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips
it is because I hear a man climb stairs
and clear his throat outside our door. ~ Leonard Cohen

Come to me in the dark, bring me all of your scars. I want to know every crack in your heart, every ache, every memory that haunts you. I want to see the realness in your face, the way your eyes stay light even when you talk of pain, and the way your lips are uneven when you smile. The grooves carved into your soul have made you beautiful and I want to run my fingers across the etches. I know people cover wounds and disguise their damage, but this is what makes you, you, and I want to know you. I want to sink inside of you and feel your depth. Don't protect me from your story. We all have a story and I'm tired of drowning alone. ~ Jacqueline Simon Gunn

You may continue to call it a breakup. I will continue to call it an exorcism. ~ Pleasefindthis