Love poems
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A Divine Mistress
© Thomas Carew
In Nature's pieces still I see
Some error that might mended be;
Something my wish could still remove,
Alter or add; but my fair love
A Cruel Mistress.
© Thomas Carew
We read of kings and gods that kindly took
A pitcher fill'd with water from the brook ;
But I have daily tender'd without thanks
Rivers of tears that overflow their banks.
The Spring
© Thomas Carew
Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost
Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost
Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream
Upon the silver lake or crystal stream;
Lips and Eyes.
© Thomas Carew
IN Celia's face a question did arise,
Which were more beautiful, her lips or eyes ?
We, said the eyes, send forth those pointed darts
Which pierce the hardest adamantine hearts.
Ask Me No More
© Thomas Carew
Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
When June is past, the fading rose;
For in your beauty's orient deep
These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.
Villeggiature
© Edith Nesbit
My window, framed in pear-tree bloom,
White-curtained shone, and softly lighted:
So, by the pear-tree, to my room
Your ghost last night climbed uninvited.
The Kiss
© Edith Nesbit
The snow is white on wood and wold,
The wind is in the firs,
So dead my heart is with the cold,
No pulse within it stirs,
The Despot
© Edith Nesbit
1 The garden mould was damp and chill,
2 Winter had had his brutal will
3 Since over all the year's content
4 His devastating legions went.
St. Valentine's Day
© Edith Nesbit
The South is a dream of flowers
With a jewel for sky and sea,
Rose-crowns for the dancing hours,
Gold fruits upon every tree;
In Trouble
© Edith Nesbit
1 It's all for nothing: I've lost im now.
2 I suppose it ad to be:
3 But oh I never thought it of im,
4 Nor e never thought it of me.
Appeal
© Edith Nesbit
Daphnis dearest, wherefore weave me
Webs of lies lest truth should grieve me?
I could pardon much, believe me:
Dower me, Daphnis, or bereave me,
Kiss me, kill me, love me, leave me,-
Damn me, dear, but don't deceive me!
A Tragedy
© Edith Nesbit
Among his books he sits all day
To think and read and write;
He does not smell the new-mown hay,
The roses red and white.
Love Thy Neighbor
© Gary R. Ferris
It leads to peace, happiness, and long life too.
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Honor your father and mother all of your life,
Love The Lord
© Gary R. Ferris
Never leave His words behind.
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Place no other gods before the Lord,
Your Love And Mercy
© Gary R. Ferris
And all You created for me to see.
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The trees gently blow in the wind,
My Valentine
© Gary R. Ferris
Going to work and being my toy.
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She is the doctor and cleans my house,
Gratitude
© Gary R. Ferris
To say thanks for my breath and the life Im living.
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For my father who works so hard,
