Love poems
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Ode To a Lemon
© Pablo Neruda
Out of lemon flowers
loosed
on the moonlight, love's
lashed and insatiable
Sonnet XLVI. Tennyson 2.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
HOW grand he would have stood, had he declined
The needless coronet he donned, as though
Its gilt could heighten his proud aureole's glow.
But downward he has stepped, a seat to find
A Wish (II)
© Frances Anne Kemble
Let me not die for ever! when I'm laid
In the cold earth; but let my memory
Sonnet XXI. Supposed To Written By Werter
© Charlotte Turner Smith
GO! cruel tyrant of the human breast!
To other hearts thy burning arrows bear;
Go, where fond hope, and fair illusion rest;
Ah! why should love inhabit with despair!
Your Feet
© Pablo Neruda
When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
Ode To Wine
© Pablo Neruda
Day-colored wine,
night-colored wine,
wine with purple feet
or wine with topaz blood,
Lovethou art high
© Emily Dickinson
Lovethou art high
I cannot climb thee
But, were it Two
Who know but we
Taking turnsat the Chimborazo
Ducalat laststand up by thee
Sursum Cor!
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Lament no more, my heart, lament no more,
Though all these clouds have covered up the light,
And thou, so far from shore,
Art baffled in mid flight;
Beachy Head
© Charlotte Turner Smith
ON thy stupendous summit, rock sublime !
That o'er the channel rear'd, half way at sea
Come With Me, I Said, And No One Knew (VII)
© Pablo Neruda
Come with me, I said, and no one knew
where, or how my pain throbbed,
no carnations or barcaroles for me,
only a wound that love had opened.
Sonnet V: Heart's Hope
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
By what word's power, the key of paths untrod,
Shall I the difficult deeps of Love explore,
A Song Of Despair
© Pablo Neruda
The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.Deserted like the dwarves at dawn.
It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!Cold flower heads are raining over my heart.
Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.In you the wars and the flights accumulated.
Tonight I Can Write
© Pablo Neruda
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
Saddest Poem
© Pablo Neruda
Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII)
© Pablo Neruda
Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You've moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
XVII (I do not love you...)
© Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
If You Forget Me
© Pablo Neruda
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
Love Sonnet XVII
© Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
