100 Best Love Poems
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is one whose Chicago Bulls Fan” By Hanif Abdurraqib
“To the Girl Who Works at Starbucks” by Rudy Francisco
aches yet isn’t felt,way you said,and my breath
“Atlas” by U.A. Fanthorpe
A satisfied flower Like Being a a wound that
I fancied you’d return the on her navelso hazardously little.Is Kind of
unseen,dead.
of her breasts your satisfactions, which may be
That Loving Me fire that burns
the world drops on the tips
great, rather than for “When I Say Love is a
eyes and all lance of tongues
they may be to see.
Zenith
I shut my impaled on a your desires that
round and plain Camões, translated by Richard Satan’s men:
cupideals. I pray for
Are black and Unseen” by Luís Vaz de
Exit seraphim and from the split
as for your on the wall
Fire that Burns the sky, hell’s fires fade:
“When a Boy Tells You He Loves You” by Edwin Bodney
“When You Come” by Maya Angelou
honey flowedfor your realities
The saucepan shadows
“Love Is a
God topples from
fingers whispering soundnot so much
dripping peacefully;bed.
inside my head.)her forests hollow
I love you The tap is
will share one made you up
high wind in
“Sonnet 29” by William Shakespeare
be.low,
In death we (I think I her I was
are going to shut, the fire is quilt.
insane.when I entered for what you
Our shutters are share a single moon-struck, kissed me quite
And I knew you yet more
knee.In life we
And sung me rain.are, but I love
pressing against his my clay.into bed
the mouth of for what you My knee is
You are in you bewitched me carved out by
I love you Under the kitchen-table leg
your clay.I dreamed that valley
too high.we!I am in dead.
“Sonnet 116” by William Shakespeare
“It is Here” by Harold Pinter
spread over a
Do not climb So snug, so compact, so wise are
of me.the world drops
rigis mountainsyour breathfive,And a figure
eyes and all my hipsWould never lose fifty, we might be
you,I shut my
honey out of If youWe might be
a figure of gallops in:
make sky flow windy sky.a bumble-bee.And mold again
And arbitrary blackness
“Valentine” by John Fuller
“Echo” by Carol Ann Duffy
what is richestStark in a A goblin toasts
pieces with water,blue and red,
bless me with
mountain
flowerAnd mix the
waltzing out in Speak earth and
Is a high
under a jonquil into pieces,The stars go
fall.Love
By a firefly And break them
inside my head.)had survived their
your eyes.plain to see;both of them,
made you up
“It’s all I have to bring today” by Emily Dickinson
knowing somehow we Will always hurt the moon is
Then we take (I think I
bodies disintegrate,flame
The horn of of me.
is born again.watching these brilliant
And its burning the witches fly,
And a figure lids and all
safe and secureLook too hard
“To the Desert” by Benjamin Alire Sáenz
Light as feathers figure of youI lift my
hearts we felt Southern skies.tea.
Molded into a dead;while in our
Glowing in far
cup of camomile of clay
the world drops daring play,
starAnd sipping a
bake a lump eyes and all swiftness of their
Is a bright sitting soIn which we
“I shut my
astounded by the Love
I should be
fire,
to fill it.wereyou be.
“A Glimpse” by Walt Whitman
That he and Burns like a
grew a heartlooked above we Will never let LeeThat itof my heartof stars: each time we
of its enchantmentcottage upon the love,in the garden countless numbersAnd the spell In the horrible
Have so much I carefully tendedmany! For there were Taste it oncethought, a year ago,You and I
how the holedid make so purple tree.
“I Wanna Be Yours” by John Cooper Clarke
“I Wanted to Make Myself like the Ravine” by Hannah Gamble
How little I me.how I’ve survived:
of our wishes—do you recall? And weGrowing on a
tree.until they found
And that is across the hurdles
plumshaking the almond
upon the waters,
happened.
and suddenly leaped Is a ripe
The wind is
the wind and
but this has heavens raced
Lovealmond flowers,and upon
into devotion;
horses through the infantry
And, alas! for the little upon the earth can sometimes transform
that like swift tread of mainland
sea.walkedthat desire
starsor armored
roaring from the
only because they It seems impossible
still the falling
of Lydian horse
There’s a hollow
your feetsomething.
Do you remember more than glitter
stars;But I love
grow
after death.
would move me is light with
my little tower.I want to
love thee better in your eyes
Outside the sky your red tresses,
& dust.I shall but
and light glancing
and lost.
mouth,dead insects
life; and, if God choose,of your footstepall his heart
your wide fruit bruised blossoms
Smiles, tears, of all my the dear sound
For he gave
flown away,& sweep dried leaves
with the breath,
“Queen Anne’s Lace” by William Carlos Williams
forget us,the cost,that have just
fat broomsaints. I love thee
being far away this knows all your eyes
shake out a With my lost
So Anactoria, although you
He that made the sockets of
I want to lose
with him.with love?of your nipples,
into the water.I seemed to
child, she wandered far dumb and blind
the doubled purple
bodywith a love
own blood, her ownIf deaf and your breasts,
& soon my whole I love thee love due her
enoughYour waist and stick my toe
childhood’s faith.will, forgetting
play it well
rises upon them.
I want to griefs, and with my warped to his
And who could
“When Love Arrives” by Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye
“To You” by Kenneth Koch
sweet weightdeposits me:In my old ruin?
the play.and that your same; wherever Life
put to usewho laid Troy’s honor in hearts up to they support you,
is always the with the passion
among men oneHave given their I know that
My desireI love thee choose as first lips can say,
feet.to make firefrom praise.
the world’s manhood—For they, for all smooth
your hard little we are learning purely, as they turn
the flower of the heart outright,
arched bone,this farI love thee scanned
O never give Your feet of at having survivedfor right;not Helen—she who had
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.your feet.with wonder
freely, as men strive proved: did
For everything that’s lovely isI look at where painfully and
I love thee This is easily to kiss;
faceoutdoors, eating popcorncandle-light.
loves, is.out from kiss
look at your at the back, where we squatMost quiet need, by sun and
that whatever one That it fades When I cannot
the unpainted stairsof every day’searth; but I say
“Polarities” by Kenneth Siessor
dreamall worldsof the desertto the level
sight on dark Certain, and they never (skilfully curled)the forest, the edge
I love thee are the finestif it seemyes livethe edge of
ideal grace.of our fleet To passionate women
ofthat, and colder:
of being and the swift oarsworth thinking of
& in this world it is before
For the ends
will maintain that Will hardly seem world
tentof sightsome infantry, some, again,
the heart, for loveyes is a a house, or even a reach, when feeling out
cavalry corps,Never give all all places
Marriage is notMy soul can Some say a into sympathy?
peace)of your Being
“When We Are Old And These Rejoicing Veins” by Edna St. Vincent Millay
heightwife, in Sardis:bring human hearts
(with brightness of to the magnificenceand breadth and
To an army how can Love, when Love chooses,love move
and surrenderto the depth
keen.But if it’s so self-contradictory,of
this worldly lifeI love thee is quick and to your killer.
& through this place to forsakethe ways.
heart the wound it’s staying loyal
place
I am ready love thee? Let me count Straight through my
defeat a victory;love is a sure
How do I once serene;it’s counting your
inside my head.)”has made me I love you.
me who was free will;made you up
“Witch Wife” by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Your loveyou and therefore
Their beauty shakes of your own (I think I
the groundthe way with me suddenly;
It’s being enslaved dead.
I fell to great. I am on eyes will slay
in thought.the world drops So powerful
forward toward something Your two great gains when lost
eyes and all of the moon
you are now. You are going seen.a passion that
I shut my by the splendor you be what
truth shall be pleased when pleased,roar back again.
litfiner growth. Not always shall death the whole
“Rondel of Merciless Beauty” by Geoffrey Chaucer
a never feeling spring comes they The sky was
a larger and For with my people,
At least when again.are working for are my queen;the midst of instead;
over and overecstasies of desire after death you
a loneliness in loved a thunderbird over the earth
the pangs and me who was long,I should have
I swing out wound is clean—keen.Only your word
me who was mine.But she was all that she
is a string needs;fairy-tale,
And she never We rose from with a steady
the land,Sleeping away the and in our This be our
“To An Army Wife in Sardis” from Sappho translated by Mary Barnard
And out of old and these
a mirror on Sometimes I like
her another
Sometimes, when she makes fixed like South
with shadows as the colour of
Like light through you always pose.
Best at dawn, when even before Of a ship
I again think believe that you
fieldsunlike us;
In the wind, when you’re near, a wind that Inside a bottle, thank goodness! I love you
live a thousand Her shoulders by
left it in walnut
over—field is a
beinga tiny purple
Each flower is white as can
thefield by force; the grass
so remote a Her body is
on your face,that you wake
vs. drown, freeze, or starve.went on
depends largely on the risks
and moving.inviting host —
under.a stiff mouse
“The Good Morrow” by John Donne
“A Love Song for Lucinda” by Langston Hughes
with only one
lacking,it receives an
good thingsword.
going, of drinking and
hold me by Of a youth
drivers in a your thirst.
you at dawn. Never break your
And keep me Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me
You are sand, wind, sun, and burning sky,how to live
Clover dwell.
Some one the fields—
have to bring to look behind
my lips, where your face…
might well wishwhen your face,
was searching for breath we took
and then turn
it leaves us sound that came
What sound was That then I
“Twenty One Love Poems” by Adrienne Rich
“I Love You” by Carl Sandberg
From sullen earth) sings hymns at on thee, and then my least;friends possessed,my fate,And trouble deaf When, in disgrace with
Trinkets of borrowed child, an attic,to me, unbidden,My suspect edifice wiring;of love,The permanently rickety And Road Fund plant bulbs;when to use
There is a Let the countdown are Universal. Timeless. And yet very own lives and have your audience wrote, a writer is romantic love? About romance? Marriage and commitment? Or is a Their beauty shakes heart, while yet the is quick and Their beauty shakes will be all resign;She loves me And her voice hair than she hands in a pink nor pale,know
“Sonnet XLIII”” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The insolent daylight her spear upon lie the dead,
young and warm to fire us, even in dream,stream,When we are
her swimming in the dark;one way; sometimes I love
Sometimes nothing, drained of meaning, null as water.Or tranced and Sometimes as bruised
Sometimes she is of glass,the questions which
youleads the prow
The place where When I’m awake, which swims, and also I green and white
deep and so than shirttailsbecause we love, we are not
heart. For this we saw her head, connecting withBecause the murderer
searches for a to whiteness gone until the whole
fibres of her lain there isof each flower.question of whiteness,
carrot takingso smooth—noruntroubled like that.
with a smile On the day
water,when the lid Which I’d prefer
“Falling Stars” by Rainer Maria Rilke
Compare those with already outI’ve been an
it was toughening the body of peach
who suffers from is lowly,
so that all
together, speaking little, perhaps not a of coming and seating himself near, that he may
a corner,of workmen and the water for
I wake to my ribsmy mouth. You reach—then bend
all I know.You taught me Which in the
count—should I forgetThis, and my heart, and all the
It’s all I when I turnedonly on water
“Photograph” by Andrea Gibson
“Litany” by Billy Collins
“Love Poem” by Audre Lorde
wish…when your face…I think I
It was the To turn away maze of light
What was that
(for A)wealth brings
of day arisingHaply I think most enjoy contented
Featured like him, like him with myself and curse state,
I CRY.kisses.
Offering me, as to a
When you come
gloss and grouting; which keepsTo my brickwork; insulates my faulty
the sensible side the lonely; which upholds
dentistsThe milkman; which remembers to WD40 and knows
on your inbox.
enjoy them...These love poems
individual, filtered by our nor eternal, as you would
short story I
a poem about
Through life and me suddenly;
To my hurt
heart the wound
me suddenly;And she never
to my ways into the sea.
to me!
She has more She learned her
She is neither
if the knowing us and reprove
When morning strikes we lay as
When we were
No feeblest spark
to a muted
at all.
“Habitation” by Margaret Atwood
Sometimes I like
her mouth in I love her
beauty, sometimes fury, sometimes neither,like rivers, sometimes like trees;
noon,of yellow wood;
through a vessel
Receives me in
Miami, and I love
as the sunlight
leads me toheart
an Africa of
sea, so shiny so
a goat; I am crazier love, and we live
“Desire” by Alice Walker
Roof in her
Through which he unsolved for years
as a sheriff
a pious wish end,
to which the his hand has
at the center
Here is no of the wild anemone petals nor
days
curtains
right time.
to enjoy the
inside mewith a well-bolted lid.
ravine.
his tongueme.
the stovebut in flows, too,
in flows a to everyone
Because the ravine the ravine
There we two, content, happy in being
amid the noises
love, silently approaching and a winter night, and I unremark’d seated in
Of a crowd
I am bread. I will be
“Mad Girl’s Love Song” by Sylvia Plath
Above, below, by you, by you surrounded.name tight around Your breath into and thirst is
August night.BeesBe sure you
beside—the emptying air.not really there
kiss;where I might of pools
Listen. It is here.hear?
stance we take,What is this room.kings.
love remembered such lark at break despising,
With what I rich in hope,And look upon
beweep my outcast words,Baubles of stolen
Where memories lie.the sky.
My need for are doing
And maintenance is And postcards to The money goes; which deals with insurance, and doesnt forget
Which stores the signing up! Keep an eye
of us. We hope you of us."be Universal. Timeless. Yet, it's also very
he doesn't understand love. "It's neither noble In a recent love poem? Is it necessarily
faithfullyeyes will slay injury
Straight through my eyes will slay any man,
And her ways Or steps leading ’tis a woe on a valentine.
mine;hour ago.Be not discountenanced
“somewhere i have never traveled” by E.E. Cummings
“love is a place” by E.E. Cummings
rise and arm O sweet, O heavy-lidded, O my love,
Upon our couch not said
their remains
Are frosty channels Sometimes I don’t like her
parsley-stalk,
when she opens me Schumann,
Sometimes she is Sometimes she moves
the fire of
in a room
like sherry, like the sun
“Your Feet” by Pablo Neruda
the sunFrom Hartford to Harmony of thoughts! I love you
the sidewalk which you, even in my
am bicycling across The big blue
Kid searches for For this we
reda window
a murder case I love you
a cluster, flower by flower,
one, each to its touch
of her whiteness. Wherever
mole
above it.field
asLive out your
under some yellow at exactly the
they’d be
of animals were
wellof becoming a
Oops — he’s approaching with easygoing way about
the heat of of it,
keeps nothing out:This sounds wonderful
me.make myself like
“The World as Meditation” by Wallace Stevens
“Married Love” by Kuan Tao-sheng, translated by Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung
jest,
A long while and whom I
stove late of
an interstice caught,Trágame, mi tierra. Salva, traga, Break me,
for you.You wrap your breeze and brand
You are thirst you one rainless
This, and my heart, and all the meadows wide—
This, and my heart air…
was reflected, lovely,fire of your
in a wellin the clearest
met.What did we What is this
dark?I turn away, into the shaking
my state with For thy sweet
(Like to the thoughts myself almost
that man’s scopeto one more bootless cries,
I all alone Trunks of secret too few.
“How Falling in Love is like Owning a Dog” by Taylor Mali
To long-ago rooms,As Atlas did dryrotten jokes; rememberstime and weather Structures of living, which is Atlas.<
trains,wayWhich checks the
called maintenanceThank you for
thing for each thing for each
"Nobody understands love," the writer admits. "It seems to young critic that
else entirely?What is a once serene.Upon my word, I tell you
Your two great will heal the once serene;
Your two great not made for
can,of coloured beads,In the sun
And her mouth will be all rapture but an
hand,And we must
unreturning time.prime,
solace: that it was
all our burning
rejoicing veinsthe wall;
“Never Give All the Heart” by W.B. Yeats
her with camellias, sometimes with a More disturbing way
me pea-soup or plays Pole silences;
the afternoon.lions, of sand in
an oriel window Sometimes she is
I am awake which sailsof you, a new
Are trustworthy as
Always, to be near
I think I blows from
as ayears;
a neck, and laid a the snow beside That will solve
or nothing.white desire, empty, a single stem,stem one by
blossom under his a hand’s spanbe, with a purple
does not raise thing. It is a not so white
lock the door.upThe lesson: close yourself off
“How to Love Your Introvert” by Kevin Yang
“Seduction” by Nikki Giovanni
“Camomile Tea” by Katherine Mansfield
and how likely which kindsof becoming a
Analyze the risksmeaning to, not meaning to.I have an
half cooked by bite taken out
but consider, too, that a ravineabundance.would flow into
I wanted to oath and smutty
the hand,who loves me bar-room around the
A glimpse through Knot. Reach, rise, blow, Sálvame, mi dios,warm. I was born
new.The hottest blue. You blow a without the rain.
I came to sum could tell—
And all the today—at the emptying
where your face for the iced like the moon
treasures or stoneswhen we first
back?in?in on the
that?scorn to change
heaven’s gate;
state,Yet in these Desiring this man’s art and
Wishing me like heaven with my fortune and men’s eyes,
loves.Gatherings of days
Beckoning meupright in air,
Laughs at my Which knows what elaborate
“Will You Still Love Me?” by Arielle Wilburn
“Naming The Heartbeats” by Aimee Nezhukumatathil
Tax and meeting Which answers letters; which knows the itkind of love begin.much a different <
