A collection of short love poems to share with the one you love.
Poetry is often a great expression of love. The verses contain the feelings, emotions,
and thoughts of the poet.
Many times when we write poetry it is with affection and passion.
Sentiments that we all can relate to. When it comes to love, Poets around
the world have expressed this emotion in many different ways.
Though love has gentle hands and warm, If arrowed grief goes skirmishing,
Then, even love may not perform The one impossible thing.
And I have tramped through grasses deep.
Seen dawn move from her cloudy lair, Have watched the bluebells stir from sleep, - And I have prayed one prayer:
And I have wandered the bush ways In drowse and damp where soft fogs swing Across the spurs their floating greys - And I have said one thing:
And I have dipped in roadside wells Amid the flash of golden fish.
Have pondered there on wands and spells - And I have made one wish:
And I have gone by towns where beats The chimney fume against the spire;
Amid the crushing tramp of streets - I have had one desire:
That I might bring you pillowed peace.
That I might bid all day 'tis come fair. Make you a little glad, and ease
The burdens that you bear.
Dreams Do Come True
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Dreams really do came true,
I realized this when I met you.
In your presence, I find peace,
Fulfilling each hope and release.
Thank you for bringing joy through,
I'm grateful for your love so true.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
When things are quiet at the end of the day I reflect on all the blessings sent my way. At the top of my blessings is the love that you show And my love for you continues to grow.
No one could bring me as much joy as you do Together, forever, I love you!
It's a dull, dark day when you're away, A bright one when you're near.
For gladdest skies are in your eyes. Your smile is shine and cheer.
Your face is like a garden fair Where radiant roses bloom And all the flowers rich and rare
Have spilled their sweet perfume.
I know not if our dream most fond
The last long sleep survives; I know not what may lie beyond The story of our lives;
But all the human joys that thrill In ecstasy divine Would be but sorry grief until I held your hand in mine.
I Love You For Many Reasons
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
You always make me happy You are so special to me. I love you for many reasons
Through each and every season.
In the good times and in the bad With you, I am more happy than sad. You accept me completely for me Someone else I don't have to be.
Your love is truly a treasure And I love you beyond measure. I will always care And our love may we always share.
Once we have loved we never lose. That is not love which can forget,
Through loss and loneliness and grief This gem is as its coronet,
That true love never can forget.
That is not faith which drops its hold.
Once we have trusted, in our clasp Forever lies life's changeless gold,
Nor withers in our loosened grasp; True faith through all time keeps its clasp.
Love's Exchanges Poet: J. B. Selkirk
You praise my beauty, grace and art, O Love; but you are much to blame;
In every line you leave a smart, That makes me bow my head in shame.
Whatever the world may choose to say, I look not for such words from you;
I'd throw them from my heart away, If you could even prove them true.
World's praise is but a passing mood, That shifts about with the occasion;
It serves as oft for envy's food, As that of honest admiration.
In your regard, I set no store On what, by way of form or feature, I hold in common, less or more,
With every other human creature.
If Love be blind, as it is said.
What can he know of outward graces? I care not for the love that's led
A facile slave of pretty faces.
I would not have my love depend
On beauty, were I ten times fairer. If beauty knew no change or end,
Life asks for something deeper, rarer
Something that sets the world aside,
Beyond the touch of time or season. If only love for love abide, I do not want another reason.
Because Poet: Adelaide Anne Procteit
It is not because your heart is mine — mine only Mine alone;
It is not because you chose me, weak and lonely, For your own; Not because the earth is fairer, and the skies Spread above you
Are more radiant for the shining of your eyes — That I love you!
It is not because the world's perplexed meaning Grows more clear;
And the Parapets of Heaven, with angels leaning, Seem more near; And Nature sings of praise with all her voices Since yours spoke.
Since within my silent heart, that now rejoices, Love awoke!
Nay, not even because your hand holds heart and life; At your will
Soothing, hushing all its discord, making strife Calm and still; Teaching Trust to fold her wings, nor ever roam
From her nest; Teaching Love that her securest, safest home Must be Rest.
But because this human Love, though true and sweet — Yours, and mine —
Has been sent by Love more tender, more complete More divine; That it leads our hearts to rest at last in Heaven,
Far above you; Do I take you as a gift that God has given —
And I love you!
Gentle the love that flows from caring hands, Friendship is a flower that grows and understands That gentle love will ever light the way Towards enchantment's ever brightening day. For Love is a song that lights the darkest place And shines eternal,
Blessed with joy and grace!
Where is that love we all search for The 'gold' at rainbow's end? To walk in dreams that distant shore Seeking a timeless Friend. . .
Beyond the measuring is where All Dreams and Hopes reside, Across the moments outwith Time Joy's river deep and wide.
Where is that love we all search for And see to understand, When will we find that secret door To Happiness's Land? Sudden to find at journey's end Within, so clear and true, The Love we sough, the gentle Friend Awaits for you!
A Heart For Every One Poet: Charles Swain
Oh, there's a heart for every one. If every one could find it; Then up and seek, ere youth is gone,
Whatever the toil, ne'er mind it; For if you chance to meet at last
With that one heart, intended To be a blessing unsurpassed, Till life itself is ended,
How would you prize the labor done, How grieve if you resigned it For there's a heart for every one,
If every one could find it!
Two hearts are made, the angels say,
To suit each other dearly; But each one takes a different way, —
A way not found so clearly! Yet though we seek, and seek for years. The pains are worth the taking,
For what the life of home endears Like hearts of angel's making? Then haste, and guard the treasure now. When fondly you've enshrined it.
For there's a heart for every one, If every one could find it.
Life Seems To Thee Poet: Charles Fenno Hoffman
Life seems to thee more earnest, dearest! And is it not the same with me?
Why, sweet, each shadow that thou fearest To me becomes reality —
A thought — a pang to mar my gladness, And cloud my brow with tender sadness —
And all of loving thee!
The jest from which thou often turnest
Is only love's fond thoughtful guile, And comes from heart in love most earnest
When it would make thee smile — Is but the stream's bright circles breaking Beneath thy blessed tear-drops — waking
Love's dimples there the while.
Reflection Poet: J. B. Selkirk
Within my lady's eyes I find the whole Of love's sweet moods reflected perfectly.
The rapturous rest, the deep felicity, That silent sweet serenity of soul
Love only knows when it has reached its goal. With nothing left to think of, hear, or see,
That does not answer to the master-key, Nor falls within love's golden aureole.
Could anything that heaven itself could give her Make those still eyes of hers more heavenly fair?
Lo I as I look at them, like summer air That wakens into flame a sleeping river,
Laughter has taken them with light so rare It would content me well to look for ever.
When? Poet Unknown
When fortune with a smiling face Strews roses on our way, When shall we stop to pick them up?
Today, my love, today! But should she frown with face of care And speak of coming sorrow,
When shall we grieve, if grieve we must? Tomorrow, love, tomorrow!
If those who've wronged us own their fault. And kindly pity, pray
When shall we listen and forgive? Today, my love, today! But if stern justice urge rebuke. And warmth from memory borrow,
When shall we chide, if chide we must? Tomorrow, love, tomorrow!
I Sat With Her Hand In Mind Poet: J. B. Selkirk
I sat with her hand in mine, Last night when the sun went down; Our hearts were full of love's light divine,
The light of life and the crown; My soul spoke only to hers, And the listening heavens above, While up through her eyes for ever
Answered the speechless river Of her love.
No word between us arose - Wherefore at all the need?
For what are words to the heart that knows It loves, and is loved indeed?
But I swear in my heart for her. To the listening heavens above. While up through her eyes for ever
Answered the speechless river Of her love.
She Loves Me Poet: Charles Harpur
She loves me! From her own bliss-breathing lips The live confession came, like rich perfume
From crimson petals bursting into bloom! And still my heart at the remembrance skips
Like a young lion, and my tongue, too, trips As drunk with joy! while every object seen
In life's diurnal round wears in its mien A clear assurance that no doubts eclipse.
And if the common things of nature now Are like old faces flushed with new delight,
Much more the consciousness of that rich vow Deepens the beauteous, and refines the bright.
While throned I seem on love's divinest height 'Mid all the glories glowing round its brow.
I Love Thee More Poet Unknown
Each day, beloved, I think I love thee more Than any day that we have ever known,
But less than that which is to come. What will it matter then, in after years,
The furrowed cheek, or ever-whitening hair, If always Love grows stronger, more serene!
Think in our hearts what precious memories live, Not one of mine which is not also thine,
Binding the old bonds closer every day,
Weaving new links in Life's bright golden chain!
We shall grow old and weak, with feeble steps, But closer every day, our clasping hands,
Since every day, beloved, I love thee more Than any day that we have ever known,
Yet less than that which is to come.
And I . . . Poet: Unknown
For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it; For every truth there is an ear somewhere to heed it;
For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.
But though my beauty meets no eye it still doth glow;
Though my truth meets no ear it still doth shine. But when my love meets no heart it can only break.
Give Away Poet: Louis Ginsberg
Love that is hoarded moulds at last Until we know some day The only thing we ever have Is what we give away.
A Conceit Poet: Mortimer Collins
Oh, touch that rosebud! it will bloom My lady fair! A passionate red in dim green gloom,
A joy, a splendor, a perfume That sleeps in air.
You touched my heart; it gave a thrill
Just like a rose That opens at a lady's will; Its bloom is always yours, until You bid it close.
Come Back Soon Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
When you are away, I miss you so
It's like part of me is missing, I know
Counting the hours until you're back home
Can't wait to see your smile, not just over the phone.
The house feels empty, without your embrace
Your laughter and warmth, my heart does chase
Come back soon, for I long for your presence
Without you here, there's an undeniable absence.
O strong sun of heaven, harm not my love, Sear him not with your flame, blind him not with your beauty,
Shine for his pleasure!
O gray rains of heaven, harm not my love.
Drown not in your torrent the song of his heart. Lave and caress him!
O swift winds of heaven, harm not my love. Bruise not nor buffet him with your rough humor, Sing you his prowess!
O mighty triad, strong ones of heaven. Sun, rain and wind, be gentle, I charge you;
For your mad mood of wrath have me, I am ready — But spare him, my lover, most proud and most dear —
O sun, rain and wind, strong ones of heaven!
So Beautiful You Are Indeed Poet: Irene Rutherford McLeod
So beautiful you are, indeed, That I am troubled when you come. And though I crave you for my need.
Your nearness strikes me blind and dumb.
And when you bring your lips to mine
My spirit trembles and escapes. And you and I are turned divine. Bereft of our familiar shapes.
And fearfully we tread cold space. Naked of flesh and winged with flame,
. . . Until we find us face to face, Each calling on the other's name!
The Girl I Love Poet: M. Archibald
A wish for the girl I love - God love her! A song for the eyes of tender shine,
And the fragrant mouth that melts on mine, And the shimmering tresses uncontrolled
That clasp her neck with tendril gold; The blossom-mouth and the dainty chin,
And the little dimple out and in The girl I love - God bless her!
You Say There Is No Love
Poet: Grace Fallow Norton
You say there is no love, my love, Unless it lasts for aye!
Oh, folly, there are interludes Better than the play.
You say lest it endure, sweet love.
It is not love for aye? Oh, blind! Eternity can be All in one little day.
Love me little, love me long, Is the burden of my song, Love that is too hot and strong
Burneth soon to waste. Still I would not have thee cold, Not too backward or too bold;
Love that lasteth till 'tis old Fadeth not in haste.
If thou lovest me too much,
It will not prove as true as touch; Love me little, more than such,
For I fear the end. I am with little well content, And a little from thee sent
Is enough, with true intent, To be steadfast friend.
Say thou lovest me while thou live,
I to thee my love will give, Never dreaming to decieve While that life endures:
Nay, and after death, in sooth, I to thee will keep my truth, As now, when in my May of youth, This my love assures.
Constant love is moderate ever, And it will through life persever;
Give me that, with true endeavour I will it restore. A suit of durance let it be,
For all weathers; that for me, For the land or for the sea, Lasting evermore.
Winter's cold or summer's heat, Autumn's tempests on it beat,
It can never know defeat, Never can rebel Such the love that I would gain. Such the love, I tell thee plain,
Thou must give, or woo in vain; So to thee farewell.
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