Love poems
/ page 4 of 1285 /Astrophel and Stella VII: WhenNature Made her Chief Work
© Sir Philip Sidney
When Nature made her chief work, Stella's eyes,
In colour black why wrapt she beams so bright?
Written among the Euganean Hills North Italy
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
MANY a green isle needs must be
In the deep wide sea of Misery,
The Recollection
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
NOW the last day of many days,
All beautiful and bright as thou,
The Flight of Love
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
WHEN the lamp is shatter'd
The light in the dust lies dead¡ª
Lines to an Indian Air
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I ARISE from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
Hymn to the Spirit of Nature
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
LIFE of Life! thy lips enkindle
With their love the breath between them;
And thy smiles before they dwindle
Make the cold air fire: then screen them
In those locks where whoso gazes 5
Faints entangled in their mazes.
U R Ripping Us Apart!
© Tupac Shakur
Before u came the triangle never broke
we were bonded and melded as one
but as the 2 pushed u away
the one got weak and embraced u
and now u are ripping us apart..
So I Say GOODBYE
© Tupac Shakur
Im going in 2 this not knowing what i"ll find
but I've decided 2 follow my heart and abandon my mind
and if there be pain i know that at least i gave my all
and it's better to have loved and lost than 2 not love at all
in the morning i may wake 2 smile or maybe 2 cry
but first to those of my past i must say goodbye
Jada
© Tupac Shakur
u r the omega of my heart
the foundation of my conception of love
when i think of what a black woman should be
its u that i first think of
In The Event Of My Demise
© Tupac Shakur
I have come 2 grips with the possibility
and wiped the last tear from My eyes
I Loved All who were Positive
In the event of my Demise
Sonnet XXV
© William Shakespeare
Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
Sonnet XVIII: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
© William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Sonnet LXIV: When I Have Seen by Time's Fell Hand Defac'd
© William Shakespeare
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
Sonnet 71
© William Shakespeare
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Sonnet 55
© William Shakespeare
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
Sonnet 29
© William Shakespeare
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
Passing away, saith the World
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Passing away, saith the World, passing away:
Chances, beauty and youth, sapp'd day by day: