Love poems
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A Brand New Life
© Sukasah Syahdan
My dearest child, my dearest love
Come to Ayah, who has just come
My dearest star, my brightest sun
Your loudest cries, my sweetest songs
Your merry laughter, my constant prayer
Flowers And Stars
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Beloved! thourt gazing with thoughtful look
On those flowers of brilliant hue,
Sappho To Her Girlfriends
© Sappho
This is my song of maidens dear to me.
Eranna, a slight girl I counted thee,
Sonnet VI. (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
Enamour'd, artless, young, on foreign ground,
Uncertain whither from myself to fly,
Quatrain on a Jar of Pickles
© Sukasah Syahdan
after that fleeting summer
in your overjoyed heart,
haunt years to endure
a love with all doors shut
Reticence
© Peter McArthur
WE may not babble unto alien ears
The truth revealed, nor show to heedless eyes
Skizonoid
© Sukasah Syahdan
as old zagreb lies there
on the wait for a young friend driving,
i question myself, "Do you love nausea?";
seeing can't be this punishing
Threnody For A Poet
© Bliss William Carman
Not in the ancient abbey,
Nor in the city ground,
Not in the lonely mountains,
Nor in the blue profound,
Lay him to rest when his time is come
And the smiling mortal lips are dumb;
Sonnet I: Love Song
© Sukasah Syahdan
Shalt Cupid be blamed thou doth dominate
Dwelling in days and nights with dignity?
With this self as my only best comrade,
I treasure thy fancy as whate'er means beauty.
A Letter
© Sukasah Syahdan
a penny for your thoughts my dear how are you
got things to tell got to stand naked before you
disintegration now depicts my inner me were you
here you might see no difference within but you
K. A.
© Sukasah Syahdan
When my sun rises I dont mind perishing
As long as I can embrace you till the end
And my heart can shout loud: I have loved.
Sonnet VII: The Face of All the World
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The face of all the world is changed, I think,
Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul
First Impressions: Budapest 1992
© Sukasah Syahdan
is many a love-struck couple kissing and hugging with passion by the Margit híd;
De Libris
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
True there are books and books. Theres Gray,
For instance, and theres Bacon;
Theres Longfellow, and Monstrelet,
And also Coltons Lacon,
With Laws of Whist and those of Libel,
And Euclid, and the Mormon Bible.
Of Love & Sex
© Sukasah Syahdan
said once a friend of mine
that love was just a bucket of bullshit; then I--
thought about his parents
wrote once a neighbour poet
that sex was a thing overrated; so I--
asked for her other poems
Blank Joy
© Rainer Maria Rilke
She who did not come, wasn't she determined
nonetheless to organize and decorate my heart?
If we had to exist to become the one we love,
what would the heart have to create?
"Full Well I Know . . . "
© Hartley Coleridge
FULL well I know - my friends - ye look on me
A living specter of my Father dead -
Sonnet XV: Now, Round My Favour'd Grot
© Mary Darby Robinson
Now, round my favor'd grot let roses rise,
To strew the bank where Phaon wakes from rest;
