Love poems
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The Nevers of Poetry
© Charles Harpur
Never heed whether a line strictly goes
By learned rule, if, brook-like, it warble as it flows,
Or if, in concord with the thought, it fills
Fast forward, like a torrent fast flooding from the hills.
The Lotos
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
DROOPING in the sunlit streams,
We are wrapped all day in dreams;
Morn and noon and evening light
Robed for us in garbs of night.
A Legend Of Brittany - Part Second
© James Russell Lowell
I
As one who, from the sunshine and the green,
Labyrinth As The Erasure Of Cries Heard Once Within It Or: (Mr. Bones I Succeeded Later)
© Larry Levis
Is dog eat dog out dere'Big Business, Mr. Bones.
You know what I'm doing now? I'm watching the Complete
Poems of Hart Crane as they are slowly fed
Into a pulping machine in East Bayonne.
The Inevitable
© Sarah Knowles Bolton
I LIKE the man who faces what he must
With step triumphant and a heart of cheer;
The Girl At The Harp.
© Arthur Henry Adams
LIKE Clotho, at her harp she sits and weaves
With mystic fingers from the swaying strings
A melody that ever louder sings
And my charmed heart in vibrant rapture leaves
June
© Edgar Albert Guest
June is here, the month of roses, month of brides and month of bees,
Weaving garlands for our lassies, whispering love songs in the trees,
Painting scenes of gorgeous splendor, canvases no man could brush,
Changing scenes from early morning till the sunset's crimson flush.
Trivia ; or, the Art of Walking the Streets of London : Book III
© John Gay
Of Walking the Streets by Night.
O Trivia, goddess, leave these low abodes,
Sudden Joy
© Robert Laurence Binyon
O what magic shall compare
Of the fresh earth or bright air
To the joy that love around
My full heart so swift has wound,
Far beyond hope's trembling flight
Back recoiling in delight.
A Prayer { For Those Who Shall Return}
© Katharine Tynan
LORD, when they come back again
From the dreadful battlefield
To the common ways of men,
Be Thy mercy, Lord, revealed!
Make them to forget the dread
Fields of dying and the dead!
Love, Though For This You Riddle Me With Darts
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Love, though for this you riddle me with darts,
And drag me at your chariot till I die,--
The Forsaken
© Thomas Hood
The dead are in their silent graves,
And the dew is cold above,
And the living weep and sigh,
Over dust that once was love.
The Crocus Bed
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
YELLOW as the noonday sun,
Purple as a day that's done,
White as mist that lingers pale
On the edge of morning's veil,
Delicate as love's first kiss--
Crocuses are just like this.
Another Fragment to Music
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
No, Music, thou art not the 'food of Love.'
Unless Love feeds upon its own sweet self,
Till it becomes all Music murmurs of.
Mother and Daughter- Sonnet Sequence
© Augusta Davies Webster
Oh goddess head! Oh innocent brave eyes!
Oh curved and parted lips where smiles are rare
And sweetness ever! Oh smooth shadowy hair
Gathered around the silence of her brow!
Child, I'd needs love thy beauty stranger-wise:
And oh the beauty of it, being thou!
If I Forget Thee, O Jerusalem
© Jean Ingelow
'Many,' methought, 'and rich
They must have been, so long their chronicle.
Perhaps the world was fuller then of folk,
For ships at sea are few that near us now.'
Supplication
© Edgar Lee Masters
Oh Lord, when all our bones are thrust
Beyond the gaze of all but Thine;
And these blaspheming tongues are dust
Which babbled of Thy name divine,
Clarification To My Poetry-Readers
© Nizar Qabbani
And of me say the fools:
I entered the lodges of women
