Love poems
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Mutual Forbearance : Necessary to the Happiness of the Married State
© William Cowper
The lady thus address'd her spouse--
What a mere dungeon is this house!
Hymn To Death
© William Cullen Bryant
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart
Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem
The Haunted Woodland
© Madison Julius Cawein
Here in the golden darkness
And green night of the woods,
A flitting form I follow,
A shadow that eludes--
Or is it but the phantom
Of former forest moods?
Twenty-First. Night. Monday
© Anna Akhmatova
Twenty-first. Night. Monday.
Silhouette of the capitol in darkness.
Some good-for-nothing -- who knows why --
made up the tale that love exists on earth.
I Wrung My Hands
© Anna Akhmatova
I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . .
"Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?"
-- Because I have made my loved one drunk
with an astringent sadness.
The Heart
© Jones Very
There is a cup of sweet or bitter drink,
Whose waters ever o'er the brim must well,
Epigram. On A Ladys Lace Shown For A Favour
© Thomas Parnell
As Nelly to a chamber got
To take her leave of Ned
Olney Hymn 51: Lively Hope And Gracious Fear
© William Cowper
I was a grovelling creature once,
And basely cleaved to earth:
I wanted spirit to renounce
The clod that gave me birth.
The Pennycandystore Beyond The El
© Lawrence Ferlinghetti
A girl ran in
Her hair was rainy
Her breasts were breathless in the little room
The Joy of Incompleteness
© Anonymous
If all our life were one broad glare
Of sunlight, clear, unclouded;
If all our path were smooth and fair,
By no soft gloom enshrouded;
Number 20
© Lawrence Ferlinghetti
A girl ran in
Her hair was rainy
Her breasts were breathless in the little room
Breathings Of Spring
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
And the leaves greet thee, Spring! the joyous leaves,
Whose tremblings gladden many a copse and glade,
Where each young spray a rosy flush receives,
When thy south-wind hath pierced the whispery shade,
And happy murmurs, running thro' the grass,
Tell that thy footsteps pass.
Sonnet 5: "Those hours, that with gentle work did frame..."
© William Shakespeare
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace
© Lawrence Ferlinghetti
One grand boulevard with trees
with one grand cafe in sun
with strong black coffee in very small cups.
Love And A Day
© Madison Julius Cawein
In girandoles of gladioles
The day had kindled flame;
And Heaven a door of gold and pearl
Unclosed when Morning,--like a girl,
A red rose twisted in a curl,--
Down sapphire stairways came.
Wild Dreams Of A New Beginning
© Lawrence Ferlinghetti
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight
Beyond the ledges of concrete
restaurants fall into dreams
with candlelight couples
Under Siege
© Mahmoud Darwish
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time
Close to the gardens of broken shadows,
We do what prisoners do,
And what the jobless do:
We cultivate hope.
