Love Poems
The Sailor's Wife
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
She’s one lonely soul with occasional
Nosebleed, all from the sea-salt of distant
Waves, charmed to weariness by breezes powerful enough
To unfurl umbrellas rolled behind Grandfather’s clock.
She combs her lofty hair seawards, with particles, flimsy and
Delicately grey, tiny and microscopic, storming the sea in their looseness.
She hopes to borrow the strength of the waves
And attract her wayward husband’s lost attention imprisoned
By the west and south seas.
Her letters, before they reach him on the fragrant sails
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Yours
by Daniel Hoffman
I am yours as the summer air at evening is
Possessed by the scent of linden blossoms,
As the snowcap gleams with light
Lent it by the brimming moon.
Without you I'd be an unleafed tree
Blasted in a bleakness with no Spring.
Your love is the weather of my being.
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On The Death Of The Beloved
by John O'Donohue
Though we need to weep your loss,
You dwell in that safe place in our hearts,
Where no storm or night or pain can reach you.
Your love was like the dawn
Brightening over our lives
Awakening beneath the dark
A further adventure of colour.
The sound of your voice
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Away, Melancholy
by Stevie Smith
Away, melancholy,
Away with it, let it go.
Are not the trees green,
The earth as green?
Does not the wind blow,
Fire leap and the rivers flow?
Away melancholy.
The ant is busy
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American Primitive
by William Jay Smith
Look at him there in his stovepipe hat,
His high-top shoes, and his handsome collar;
Only my Daddy could look like that,
And I love my Daddy like he loves his Dollar.
The screen door bangs, and it sounds so funny--
There he is in a shower of gold;
His pockets are stuffed with folding money,
His lips are blue, and his hands feel cold.
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I Still Love You
by Reynaldo Casison
What do we do with ourselves
While were oceans apart
This isnt how it should be
If we believe in us
As much as I believe in you
Things wouldnt be so blue
And The blue moons blush
To Golden rose
Shall you ever be more than dreams
Your Fine wine Beauty more than it seems
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Won't You?
by Lavra Hollis
Won’t you fall for me?
Won’t you say you love me?
Won’t you look at me like I’m the only one you want?
Won’t you say I’m the only one you want to love?
Won’t you fall for me?
Won’t you fall with me,
so we can land together,
in each other’s arms?
Won’t you fall for me?
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Das Romantische Gefühl
by Mario Odekerken
Ein Blick durch das Fenster,
der Himmel schweigt in Farben,
die Bäume stehen still,
als hörten sie ein altes Lied.
Meine Gedanken treiben
wie Nebel über feuchtes Gras,
verloren und doch ganz da,
inmitten von allem,was nicht gesagt wird.
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Unloved, unloving
by Jen Wright
Learning to love
Unhinged though thy heart
Resided in chaos,
Unloved!
For years in the dark in the midst of hatred,
Not knowing that love warms the bones,
The body ached in the cold.
Comprised of someone else’s lies,
Love lingered unwilling to fulfil the unfulfilled
And heal the wounded.
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Tender mornings, bold afternoons
by Jen Wright
I need you,
She whispers. She smiles.
I need you,
But don’t you take it for weakness!
I need you because I choose to need you now!
I’m here, he says. Right by your side.
Your strong iridescent unquenchable light,
how could I see it any less but a precious delight?
In which I am basking and ready to die!
Don’t do that! she pleads.
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Edna St. Vincent Millay (32 poems about Love)
22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States -