Love poems
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Things I Didn't Know I Loved
© Nazim Hikmet
I didn't know I loved the earth
can someone who hasn't worked the earth love it
I've never worked the earth
it must be my only Platonic love
The Spirit Of Wine
© William Ernest Henley
The Spirit of Wine
Sang in my glass, and I listened
With love to his odorous music,
His flushed and magnificent song.
On Living
© Nazim Hikmet
ILiving is no laughing matter:
you must live with great seriousness
like a squirrel, for example--
I mean without looking for something beyond and above living,
A Sad State Of Freedom
© Nazim Hikmet
You waste the attention of your eyes,
the glittering labour of your hands,
and knead the dough enough for dozens of loaves
of which you'll taste not a morsel;
you are free to slave for others--
you are free to make the rich richer.
The Moment I Knew My Life Had Changed
© Maria Mazziotti Gillan
It was not until later
that I knew, recognized the moment
for what it was, my life before it,
a gray landscape, shapeless and misty;
Song #7.
© Robert Crawford
You, too, shall know that I have prayed
Beneath the mystic tree
Whose branches at the first were made
Out of God's memory.
Love Poem To My Husband Of Thirty-one Years
© Maria Mazziotti Gillan
I watch you walk up our front path,
the entire right side of your body,
stiff and unbending, your leg,
dragging on the ground,
The Two Armies
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Once over the ocean in distant lands,
In an age long past, were two hostile bands-
Two armies of men, both brave, both strong,
And their hearts beat high as they marched along
To fight the battle of right and wrong.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXIV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
Give me thy soul, Juliet, give me thy soul!
I am a bitter sea, which drinketh in
The sweetness of all waters, and so thine.
The Lapse of Time
© William Cullen Bryant
Lament who will, in fruitless tears,
The speed with which our moments fly;
I sigh not over vanished years,
But watch the years that hasten by.
The Pilgrim
© William Butler Yeats
I FASTED for some forty days on bread and buttermilk,
For passing round the bottle with girls in rags or silk,
In country shawl or Paris cloak, had put my wits astray,
And what's the good of women, for all that they can say
Is fol de rol de rolly O.
Once We Played
© Mathilde Blind
ONCE we played at love together--
Played it smartly, if you please;
Lightly, as a windblown feather,
Did we stake a heart apiece.
In Autumn
© Alice Meynell
The leaves are many under my feet,
And drift one way.
Their scent of death is weary and sweet.
A flight of them is in the grey
Where sky and forest meet.
Transformation
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
She waited in a rose-hued room;
A wanton-hearted creature she,
But beautiful and bright to see
As some great orchid just in bloom.
To Marry Or Not To Marry?
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Mother says, "Be in no hurry,
Marriage oft means care and worry."
Auntie says, with manner grave,
"Wife is synonym for slave."
De Nice Leetle Canadienne
© William Henry Drummond
You can pass on de worl' w'erever you lak,
Tak' de steamboat for go Angleterre,
Edward Hirsch
© Edward Hirsch
A hook shot kisses the rim and
hangs there, helplessly, but doesn't drop,
The Maid's Lament
© Walter Savage Landor
I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone,
I feel I am alone.
I check'd him while he spoke; yet, could he speak,
Alas! I would not check.
Of Clementina
© Walter Savage Landor
In Clementinas artless mien
Lucilla asks me what I see,
And are the roses of sixteen
Enough for me?
