Love poems

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An Ode To Mr. Howard

© Matthew Prior

Dear Howard, from the soft assaults of love
Poets and painters never are secure;
Can I untouch'd the fair one's passions move,
Or thou draw beauty, and not feel its power?

Endymion.

© Adelaide Crapsey

"Let me be young," the Latmian shepherd prayed,

"And let me have on night-time hills long sleep;"

Monimia. An Ode

© John Logan

In weeds of sorrow wildly 'dight,
Alone beneath the gloom of night,
Monimia went to mourn;
She left a mother's fond alarms;
Ah! never to return!

The Misanthrope

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

With calm, unruffled brow;
His features then I see,
Distorted hideously,-

On Love and the Likes of It

© Sukasah Syahdan

despite what lexicographers say
love, life, happiness
and the likes of them--
ladies and gentlemen,
are verbs

To Jeoffry His Cat

© Christopher Smart

For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.

For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily

Love Cannot Die

© John Clare

In crime and enmity they lie

Who sin and tell us love can die,

The Slave

© Madison Julius Cawein

He waited till within her tower

Her taper signalled him the hour.

Sonnet V. (Translated From Milton)

© William Cowper

Lady! It cannot be, but that thine eyes

Must be my sun, such radiance they display

Songs Of The Imprisoned Naiad

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

"WOE! woe is me! the centuries pass away,
The mortal seasons run their ceaseless rounds,
While here I wither for the sunbright day,
Its genial sights and sounds.
Woe! woe is me!

DRAW close the curtains, and shut out
The spring's green glow and glitter;
The resurrection-life of spring
To me brings no fresh blossoming;
I'm wearied of the flowers about--
The London sparrows' twitter.

The Marriage Of Tirzah And Ahirad

© Thomas Babbington Macaulay

Round the dark curtains of the fiery throne
Pauses awhile the voice of sacred song:
From all the angelic ranks goes forth a groan,
'How long, O Lord, how long?'
The still small voice makes answer, 'Wait and see,
Oh sons of glory, what the end shall be.'

Where Children Play

© Edgar Albert Guest

On every street there's a certain place

Where the children gather to romp and race;

To a Friend, on the Death of a Relative.

© Mather Byles

I.
Great GOD, thy Works our Wonder raise,
To thee our swelling Notes belong;
While Skies, and Winds, and Rocks, and Seas,
Around shall echo to our Song.

An Ode To The Hills

AEons ago ye were,

Before the struggling changeful race of man

The Tryst Of The Sachems Daughter

In the far green depths of the forest glade,
Where the hunters footsteps but rarely strayed,
Was a darksome dell, possessed, twas said,
By an evil spirit, dark and dread,
Whose weird voice spoke in the whisperings low
Of that haunted wood, and the torrents flow.

3 Ls

Of love,
logic,
and libido

On Kusu Terrace

© Li Po

The old gardens of Kusu Terrace

are a wilderness, yet the willows

A Confession

To: I at the risk of being customary
I wish to make a confessionnot that it may be true
they do not love that do not show itbut because its true
that to deny it is to argue with reality